as far as i've come, i hate it.
and it feels so senseless to cry,
or debate it.
once again, the storm blows in and i blow out.
trying to empty the bottemless well
of heart shattering doubt.

the power; the pride remains stripped.
parts of me that i can't find; they twist.
and what's this? as my brain shifts
it's too late now, i missed my freedom lift.

it's fake, but you take and take.
it's not real, but you feel and steal,
everything that i almost died to erase..
stands firm taunting across my tear-filled lake;
my man-made hate.

all of myself that i attempted to destroy
rings louder everyday; an unwanted noise.
and the parts that i've tried to cling to,
have dripped and melted from my being like watered-down
glue.

tattered and battered, worn and torn
the bars of insecurity at my feet still,
and i swore this would work.
i convinced myself that after it was all over
it honestly wouldn't still hurt.
and i know full well now these changes and situations
have always been my fate,
my most important lesson learned;
hating myself has been my biggest mistake.

love michelle.