I hate myself more
than I'll ever let on.
An aberration,
half-breed,
cast-out,
liar.
I've lived a false life,
of shadows and dreams;
Of painted landscapes
only in my head.
Thief of innocence;
I have been such
With no regrets
that I'll admit to.
Thrown into the wilds,
abandoned and unloved,
you'll never know
the pain I can't even
dream of.
You gave me purpose,
make me look in the mirror,
and see what I am.
I hate you a bit for that too.
But love you more.
A flawed spirit
is better than a broken one.