I've Got To Snap Out Of This Self-Pity Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've got to snap out of this self-pity
and beat my own-drum
and regain some self-confidence some self-control
I've got to redirect myself
like a stone that gathers no moss
and take on all challengers
and challenges; give up all hiding places
it's the only way to recovery
it's the only way to rediscover
who I am and who I might potentially become
I've got to cut this old childish umbilical cord
I'm not a child or a baby anymore
The world is a vampire at my door
But I'm a vampire slayer like never before.
Back straight, head held high
Oh, I feel like I'm 6ft4, I feel self-assured
I feel-for-once, I'm not hopeless or a helpless little boy.
No more fear of impending danger hovering over me.
I'm a man standing alone right where I'm meant to be.