All of these parts of me that used to be but are now long forgotten, they hold power within them, untapped potential. A potential that can only be discovered when these parts merge, creating a version of me for the better. 

Piece by piece I've lost these parts, turning me into a vessel for self-loathing. I still am these parts, they're still within me - waiting to be released. Waiting to be nurtured, to be loved, and to experience life at its greatest. 

They've been submerged for so long, that it feels as if it's been an eternity since I last felt them. Hope, inspiration, childlike wonder, and most of all, happiness. How do I go about retrieving these parts? They're lost, they feel foreign. As if they were just a dream. A dream of what used to be; unfulfilled wishes.

Why do I hide the parts of myself? Why am I so ashamed to be who I'm meant to be? Why do I fear my power? These are all questions that I just can't seem to answer. Why does it feel like I can't tap into that power? That if I do, bad things will happen. I know they won't, but it's that nudging fear that won't subside.
 
I don't deserve to feel this pity, this shame, and self-hatred. This isn't who I am. I'm so much more than I could ever imagine. There's a wildfire within me, waiting to be fed. If I do, I can alas burn bright and escape this hellish prison.

 I will not dampen my flame. I will not reduce it to mere embers. I will be set ablaze with might, no one and no thing can stop me from achieving absolute control. Complete and utter power. That is what I deserve, Nothing less.

I must own up to myself, for what I've done. And I must forgive myself. It's the best I knew at the time and I can't change the past, but I can change how it affects me. 
I must wear my name with a passion.

 I mustn't be scared. Fear is a door. keeping me blocked away from what I desire. But you know the thing about doors? I can open and close them. I can open up my desire and close out my fear, it's my decision. I don't have to care, it does me no good. Of course, I care about the ones I love, but those I don't, their opinions don't matter. 

Why waste my time pondering on something I'll never find out when I have so little time on this Earth? Why take up my time with worry? With fear? With shame or regret? There is no reason, there never has been and never will be. - DNB