I hate myself.
And yet you never ask why.
Some days I shake my head
And I can't quite look you in the eye.

Some days I smile and chat
And pretend to be fine.
Other days my life is a wreck --
I just watch my life in decline.

You're always there, though.
Inside my head.
A guardian angel all my own
From sunrise to sunset.

I fight against the need in me,
I give in and I'm filled with shame.
I ask why I can't be free,
I look for someone else to blame.

But I can't.
You're always watching me.
Graceful, angelic, seeking the truth,
Waiting to forgive me.
Waiting for me to forgive myself.
Still waiting.