Sent To Me

The life I hate Isn't how I hide. It's more the way I sit and cry. No one knows The hurt I feel. And until now, It wasn't real. I made myself Believe the lies, That I told myself Right to my eyes. Into the mirror I said out loud, "You're so awful, I'll never be proud." When I broke down At school that day, I thought that then, It'd never go away. Some how, some way, You came to me. You were sent To set me free. You're my angel, My 'guardian' one, And your work here, is already done. When I looked Into your eyes, I forgot All those lies. Some how, you Were sent to me. Thank you, angel, Now I'm free. ~Written in 2003 (Monday, 3rd, March) when I was fourteen.~