There is little console in knowing who you are,
or the battles you’ve fought that’s torn you apart,
or the spite you’ve endured to get that far,
there is little console and lesser healing–
Lesser; if none,
If you’re staying here.

If I were to tell you today that I am wrong,
would it change the way you see yourself–
the way you’ve acted, and moved?
Would it give you perspective,
or allow you change?
Do I have that much control over your being and form,
that a word from my lips could influence you thus–
Are you not stronger than you make yourself out to be?
Are you not stronger–
than me?