Stopped at the Gates of Hell

I’ve gone through my life seemingly in a negative way, I ask though, to be forgiven, every single day, I work to show, that I do try And will very much continue to, until I die, Sometimes I don’t notice, if a mistake has been made, I try to show my way of life and to persuade, What goodness I have in me, But it always seems to be, That I am more of a menace to society…. I wake surrounded in darkness as eyes and teeth glow from a gate And I feel this tremendously frightening amount of hate, And I hear a roar intended as a laugh, I am forced back, As I look up from the ground, I hear this sound, That is asking me to make a choice, And I notice this as my conscious, or an inside voice, I choose to show the best in me, To show every one who I can really be, There is a reason I was stopped at the gates of hell, And I think it was a decision on whether to sell, My soul to goodness, or to the other, As memories flash they show pictures of my mother, My decision has been made, I awake from this gaze, To show the real me, and I will start today.