Take from me a partial of my integrity,
A moment to recognise what has been stolen,I foresee options unparalleled to a level beneath me.Intact are my emotions no longer a factor,Reasons are active resolving each conflict,A plan takes flight but to nowhere it lands upon deaf ears.In a daze I realize my fears,My weaknesses as well as my strengths,My pride and my sorrow,Pain that leads to confidence renewed;Who am I to steal from myself that has formed meInto the man I am today?From this scene I return to where it all began,Thoughts of love and as time progressed,Love became a metaphor.Thoughts of hatred and as time progressed,Hatred became love.Who am I to neglect the things that made me who I am?My presence is unchanged,Hear my thunderous battle cry,For my integrity has returned on it own accord.