Self rejection is my shadow,
and my mirror reflection.
It awakens me in the morning
and lulls me to sleep at night.
Its a curse given to me like a birthright.
This self-rejection of mine is clear.
No soothing words from it do I here.
Only a whisper of ugliness.
Trusting it as if carved in stone.
For I was made in the image of the past.
I am held bondage to its grasp.
A loner because of it.
Shall I look upon my face,
to try and see something new?
Its true I am stuck in this birth right.
Normalcy out of sight.
Instead I am blinded by the light,
of my own self-rejection.