I wish I could hate you.
If I could forget you.
I thought for the longest time, that I would in a heartbeat.

But, though, I hate and may not hate to admit it.
You helped me become who I am.

I may have been screwed over.
But it hardened me. It made me who I am. It helped me.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. It still hurts, and it may always hurt.
But that's okay.

Because, now I can stop blaming myself. Stop blaming you.
And accept me.
I can learn to respect me.
I can take it in stride.

I can grow and learn--and change.
I can be whoever I want to. I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks.
I can be pretty.
I can be shy.
I can be patient.

I am very charming.
I'm good at making friends; maybe not really close ones.
I'm trusted.
I don't ditch people all the time.
I know where my loyalties lie, even if I forget.

I come back.

And I know who I am, though I am unsure sometimes.

I know me.