hatred of me

In our momentary silences we see the things that are true; for what they are. Blindly then we embark on a separate more compensatory pathway that makes room for allowances, justifications, and re-classifications that take us on a journey not meant for us. In time we find ourselves in an unholy place; a wicked spot of our own creation. The discontent we feel inside and try so hard to hide wears us down and takes away from us, our ability to fight. Once we succumb to our own actions, when we know differently the truth, we then embellish all our heartache and deep seeded anger at ourselves toward those who are close to us. Does this sound familiar to you? I know it does. Funny thing about people, some of us will never let go of the hatred we carry for ourselves. Some of us hate ourselves so much that we cannot see the world through any other lens than the one that provides us with the many shades of darkness we have come to love so very much. LLc 98.2