i weep

I weep
what is this that is overtaking me again?
Where does this come from?
i know it's always there,
sometimes forgotten,
what brings it to the surface for me?
Facing the harsh realities,
that I spend 90 percent of my time denying.
I am ugly,I am scarred,I am angryand I am hard.
I am loved yet,never loved myself.
Even before there was reason,good reason,I still hated me.
Now in the face of all theconcrete proof of my flaws,I weep.
It can only go downhill from here....