This Image Of Me.

I must like the pain,
I must like my heart breaking in two,
I stand here and take it,
Take it all from you.

I must like the pain,
I must like the tears I shed,
I have these tears every time,
Every time I remember the things you said.

I must like the pain,
I must like hurting inside,
I stand in full view and accept,
Rather than running to hide.

I do not like this image of me,
I do not like this mirrored image I see,
I hate this image of me,
I hate my mind for making me see.