Pain
The self is so easy to hate
So easy to torture and tease
Pain can become a gate
While emotions freeze
If you learn to love it
Pain can bring you power
Soon, though, you need to have it
You'll need it every hour
You don't need your Self anymore
You only need the pain
Who could care about such a whore
Whose soul still carries the stain
Of those days long ago
When pain first became a friend
When you first came to know
How to make those feelings end
Looking back upon your life
It seems the pain has always been
From being a daughter to a wife
Pain's been your only friend
©1995 Diane Coghill,
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