In the quiet chambers of my own introspection,
A whisper surfaces, a complex reflection.
As Dev, I ponder, \"I think I am bad,\"
A heavy thought, a self-perceived clad.
Yet, within the verses of my own life\'s song,
Mistakes and stumbles, where I belong.
\"I think I am bad,\" echoes through time,
A chance for growth, a rhythm to climb.
The mirror reveals a nuanced view,
A canvas of actions, both old and new.
\"I think I am bad,\" a refrain to explore,
Yet redemption\'s knock awaits at the door.
For as Dev, I\'m not bound by the past,
In the sculpting of self, a mold to cast.
\"I think I am bad,\" but can I find,
The strength within, a different kind?
In the autobiography of life, I take the lead,
A story evolving, a profound deed.
\"I think I am bad,\" may morph and fade,
As Dev rewrites the script, choices remade.