The end of self-pity

I am insecure, I am chaotic; I am full of questions and unresolved issues. I need to beg for forgiveness to ease my constant guilt; I need to misbehave to perpetuate it.

Come to me with the face of mercy, haunt me down with the face of Judgment.

Teach me, deprecate me. Put me down, elevate me.

I need to be contained for I am unstable. I need to be restrained for I can’t be handled.

Make me humble.