Sometimes I see myself as someone I’d want others to see me as
Not really caring if it’s who I really am.
I see myself as unworthy of God’s love mostly
Even if it isn’t so.
But I want to be Christ-like to make my mother and God proud
And to make those around me embrace me.
Once I was spiritually fading away
But now I am coming closer to the end of self loathing.
~Kristy C. Artmann~ © 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem