What I Hate

I hate looking myself in the mirror
I hate knowing I have fear
I hate seeing what isn't there
I hate feeling that I am scared
I hate believing what isn't true
I hate believing and trusting you
I hate crying myself to sleep
Forgive me for I have dreams
I feel left out and all alone
With no one to call my own
My eyes are red and I cry blood
Please help me or I'll cry a flood
My friends see what I let them see
If they could only see the true side of me
and as i die inside with pain
Cause believe it or not I have a heart
That's been slowly torn apart.

poem by Chelcie Reaves
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