Not Right.

You used to call Me names. You used to make me feel So ashamed Of the person that I was, That I still am. You used to make Me want to die. Crawl away and hide. In front of my mirror I would sit and stare at night Picking myself apart Trying to find All the things that you might think Weren't right. It became an endless fight Because it was all Wrong All of my self-worth... Gone. You dug my grave And pushed me in Told me I'd committed Horrible sin. After days of torture I came to believe That no one could ever possibly Conceive That I was beautiful... And you told me it would All be better If I would just leave. And as much as I changed It was never enough You said everyone would always Hate me... Just as much. You told me not to eat You told me not to sleep And that tomorrow the daily beat Might not be as bad. But it was too late And when I tried to Create Something better I was caught up in the breakdown And surrounded by nothing But hate. This would be my fate In this new world That you helped me shape. Michelle