I’m not perfect, I’m no hero…
I struggle daily to feel a value in myself that’s more than zero…
But I don’t give up, even when I could…
My mind always runs circles in thoughts of endless “shoulds.”
You say my name as if it’s a curse…one you hate more than the world…
But for all your power and medals…your heart is empty and lonely and cold….
Your eyes see black and white, right and wrong, but you never look long enough within….
Maybe if you did…real love and healing could finally begin…
I don’t hate you.. and I don’t wish you wrong….
Ironically you helped me learn how to love myself more…the darkness I knew couldn’t touch my inner song…
