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.
Copyright © Patrick Smith | Year Posted 2011
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