The future may be uncharted
But I see one thing clear
I will be a writer
I’ll write away my fear
A thousand empty pens
A million key strokes
I’ll write off my ugliness
And banish every ghost
Every page will bury me
Under a better guise
Parts I hate will fade away
An edited me will rise
I know that I’m not crazy
For a mirror is unforgiving
I always see the worst of me
A me I’d like forgetting
