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Metamorphosis....

Poetry By: Ella Lynn
True confessions



I'm going to sound whiny so please don't hate!! It's about how hard everything was so I took it so I could rebuild myself, into something that wasnt what my family was. I didn't want to follow in their foot prints of rudeness and hatred so I had to let go and change


Submitted:Sep 1, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   


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.

Metamorphosis.





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