I have doubted me
I have questioned me
I have sat and thought lesser and less of me.

I have healed me
I have soothed me
I have taken the words that you shoot me.

I can backflip
and wire walk
but still all the bitter and hatefull talk.

I have taken it
I have shaken it
But now it is going to stop.

At first it began to weaken me
and made me fall far from my thought
You'd say you were really sorry
and show me the gift that you bought.

But now its not me that your hurting
Its the cute little girl who cant talk.

She sees all the battles and briusing
She hears the hate and abusing.

So hate me now when I tell you
Its her not me that your loosing.

Heather Milks

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-87/