كلمات This Wake I Myself Have Stirred

Afraid to turn. But I did and met no maker at all. Only instead, reflections of a rippled self. I may at last see myself as good In a neutral pond unbiased and real Depicting only what is true. A distortion my hand has forced. I have created the wake. I may at last see myself as good. Paint a false scenario. My life has been a breach of contract and faith. I kid myself. Moving through self degradation. I turn to you for appreciation. So help me to help myself. So help me to love myself.