Lesson Learned.

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.