Part of Me

I hate this part of me,

which is all of me -

a part I can’t part with.

The part of me,

that is the part of me that others see.

You see,

I hate this part of me.

You must think I’m silly -

to hate this part of me

which without,

I couldn’t be.

But I’ve ruined thee.

I mourn the wholeness of my body,

as it’s slowly stripped from me.

Before I became what you don’t see.

Before I disrupted the harmony.

I let the darkness in,

so much I couldn’t see.

And then it just kept taking -

the good in me.

I just want to be free,

free of this part of me.