The New Me
My rage knows no bounds,
It has a new kind of sheen.
It is no longer a pained wrath,
But a passion to succeed.
From the hollows of destruction I shall rise.
Carefully putting my pieces back together.
Moulding myself a brand new me,
Adding to my cap another feather.
Like a Rajpoot princess who knows no defeat,
I shall hold strong my sword in one hand,
The might of a pen shall grace my other,
And I'll write a bold new plan.
With the Father by my side,
Like an eternal flame I'll burn bright.
I will demolish all my demons,
The fire within me will never die.
The world will witness the war that I've won.
The girl I was, the woman I've become.
And there will be a pompous celebration,
One to be remembered by history.
Oh! I can already taste sweet victory!