I weep

by: Michelle bevins

what is this that is overtaking me again?

Where does this come from?

i know it's always there,

sometimes forgotten,

what brings it to the surface for me?

Facing the harsh realities,

that I spend 90 percent of my time denying.

I am ugly,

I am scarred,

I am angryand

I am hard.

I am loved yet,

never loved myself.

Even before there was reason,

good reason,

I still hated me.

Now in the face of all the concrete proof of my flaws,

I weep.It can only go downhill from here....