I look in the mirror
I am not perfect, no I can be better.
But I'm better that that, them.
I don't want their help.
I don't want to be like them and their abusive ways.
I want this hatred that consumes me to die.
So I push and hit myself.
I grow and note what not to do.
The yelling won't stop, never.
It rings in my ears at night as I try to sleep.
I cry myself to sleep, because crying isn't allowed during the day.
Another layer of shell forms each time one breaks.
I look at them, and I know.
I will change.
I won't do this to the people who truly love me, as they do me.
I take the death, sadness, hatred, and pain.
And I form a chrysalis that I will come out of one day.
When they are moths, I will be a butterfly.
So I kick and fight as they try to break me.
I will break myself.
It's not yet, but one day.
I will finish, change.