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