To Whom it May Concern

To whom it may concern,

My soul is on fire

With no way to ease the burn.

My mind is a liar

With no way to learn.

The truth of it all,

I will not accept it.

Hoping he will call,

Until reality hits.

I saw my blinders fall.

He was holding me back 

From being myself.

My soul was under attack

By a boy put on too high a shelf.

I need to fight back.

Away I went,

Without a word to say.

For his words of discontent  

Might have made me stay.

I then began to reinvent.

I have now found me

And learned self-love,

Which can be

Accredited to the One up above,

Who persuaded me to leave the holder of all my false glee.