Back to Baser Me

Thank you, Lord, for setting me straight.
For putting me back in my place.
For the dirt I ate.
For my friend, Disgrace.

Thank you for not letting me forget
My utter state of nothingness;
The flamboyance that I'll regret,
And the pit that is my peace.

Thank you that I am not left to myself;
To be contented,
To be admired,
To be deemed as one of us,
To be safe in societal embrace.

Thank you that I hate myself
With a passion
For all that is not You.