What Im Made Of

I will cure you of all your pain: The lie that inflamed you, The game that betrayed you. I will cure you of all your shame: The pity that distained you, The past that retained you. I will cure you of all your insecurities: The shallow thoughts that enslaved you, The mindless torture that ereased you. Your eyes will close. Seated firmly in a chair. Positioned in a room. Flashing lights. Beaming bulbs. A single drip of sweat, And you will be cured.