I have felt the dagger,
Slide clean n2 my heart.
I have fallen 2 the ground,
& there I lie..
I awaken & look round...
I gather up the peices,
Of who I was & look @ each 1...
Carefully, analytically & without emotion...
What do I keep?
What do I throw away?
Slowly & slowly,
I create a self that I want 2 b,
& who I was dies...
As Who I am comes alive.
