In which you think that you are not,
What you thought you were to other people,
Hold up for a jot.
This is the moment when,
You can spring towards yourself or oblivion,
For when you think that you've been misconstrued,
You've let the demons in,
Who cause you to doubt yourself,
And so annihilate the one,
Power you have in this world,
Which is self-possession.
And it's alright,
If you're not loved by everyone,
Whether you think it's justified or not,
That's just your opinion.
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