Slippery.

I keep fighting these indentations, the previous demons

My unhealthy mind set, my insecurities, I am flawed

But as I look at you!, to obtain a sense of relief;

I see the light! I see the light I have longed to be.

I see Who I have wanted to become,

And pray that with time, I may be Grace.

Do not let me fall, so much to be forgotten.

I circle my head for a reason to kiss the glass,

But all I can find are the frames I already broke,

The pieces left for me to shatter.

I am such a joke, a wasted bag of bones.

Why do you love a Monster?

Author's Note

05.28.2014