I long to be perfect
But I'm consumed with shame and guilt.
I see what's before me
Yet I only feel what's real.
Can I overcome my own destiny?
How do I change my fate?
Love is only a diversion.
My life is at stake.
I crave your acceptance.
Yet I receive your contempt.
I digress once more.
My life is already spent.

I met myself today
I recognized her pain
She's been hidden in sorrow
So scared to live again

I knew about her heartache
The shame carried inside
I accepted the pity
That she took in stride

I faced myself today
The heartache of the past
The torment & the glory
That cuts like broken glass

She lived through the discomfort
Prevailed through the guilt
I've come to realize now
That aside from what she felt

I am strong
I will thrive
I may doubt
But she'll survive

She may seem weak
But I have faith
That in this life
She can't hesitate

To be her dream
To let go.
To move ahead

...just take it slow.  

I know who I am now.

I'm my own hero.

I am
Me
And I'm proud to be.

In my heart
I feel a sweet melody.

Albeit, playing a little off-key.

Deep, insightful dreams
Do awaken me

And disturb
My sweet insanity.

No love, for which I do seek
Can remove the remnants
Of sweet animosity.

Playful moods disturb my reverie
And all succumb
To my blissful idiocracy.

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.