A primal scream,
  From the depths
  Of my soul.
  
  Anger and frustration
  Bubbling through
  My blood in a
  Vicious emotional
  Stew.
  
  Smashing my 
  Head into the
  Mental roadblock
  Of self-denial
  
  "To thine own
  Self be true."
  
  It's so easy
  To lie to oneself,
  To hide from
  The brutal, crushing
  Reality
  
  Of your faults
  Staring you in
  The Face.
  
  Out of sight,
  Out of mind
  
  But the disease
  Grows -- killing
  Ambition,
  Innovation, and
  Hope.
  
  Leaving nothing
  But a void --
  Empty of
  All
  
  But silence
  Deafening in
  Its power.
  
  I must stop
  Shrinking from
  Myself -- the
  Man in the
  
  Mirror must be
  A true
  Portrait.
  
  Shining through
  Tried and true,
  
  Unlike the
  Funhouse mirror
  Distortion to
  Which I've
  Grown accustomed.
  
  Bravery and 
  Courage are
  Well-rewarded
  As I take 
  The plunge
  
  And the
  Silence dies
  As the music
  Of creation
  Is born.
  
  The lies are
  Brought to
  Trial, and
  
  Found guilty
  Of suffocating
  My soul.
  
  The truth 
  Breathes life
  Back into my
  Being
  
  And the spark
  Returns, and
  The fire grows...
  
  Cleansing,
  Purifying,
  And ending
  
  The self-denial
  And betrayal
  That plants
  Bombs in my
  Ego and
  Confidence.
  
  Life begins
  Anew as a new
  Dawn breaks...
  
  And my soul
  Breathes a sigh
  Of relief.

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