Shame (Sat. Oct. 2. 2010)

Tell me you understand so I can tell you you're wrong. Give your comfort, your pity, your lies of everything's alright. The hatred is nothing beneath the shame. Such a simple word yet so hard to say. Forgiveness can be given, but never accepted. Why I cannot say. I don't understand. How can purity live beneath filth? An angel that never was can never fall so why am I lying at your feet? Is my humility not enough? No, I've been beaten to the point that even knowing so doesn't change what is. I can never be anyone other then me, but how I despise this woman that I am.