A Poem Called Myself

I can't say I love crying so much
But I can't say it's my enemy
When I'm faced with something such as this
I realize all I have to do is deal with myself

Sometimes I wonder how I do it
Another second, another minute, another hour
Another day of this ahead of me
That's how it always seems when I feel as I do

But it can get better
And that's what I'm looking forward to
I hate this
But it will leave me alone

It will be back, many times
And I know that I will be hopeless in its glory
Still I will beat it again
I'm recognizing my strength

Against this hate, this isolation, this anger and loneliness
I am me, and they do not define all of me
I can be
I will be
I love to be

Myself.