Hatefull

I've let this hate crawl in my heart for far to long, It's time to stand and face the throng of family, friends, and from the fog comes a mirror; and I see, a lone person standing there; me. Even I am here to see myself, and my figure is sitting upon a shelf. it consumes and tells me that every thing's fine, that im perfect the way I am, and that the sun's shine shines because of me, and that's what made me happy. But in that mirror, i see the shelf, and it's name-tag reads "Hate Itself" and i see the sadness across myself, sitting, alone, on that shelf. But past the mirror, then i see, everyone, and realize they're here for me. To see me change to my once radiant self, would then, i realized, take me from the shelf. So with the hands of all i knew, they pulled me down from the shelf, and i felt a sensation inside myself. A loving, caring, warmer side that, when i felt, i gave a smile. I know feel love, and my heart will mend, i forced hate into my life; it told me it was my only friend. But now i see the difference inside of me, and in my face, its plain to see that I've changed for the good in me, now that christ has set me free.