everyone is a teacher, a mentor, a creater of hope or dismay

each love i've ever had has taught me nothing but shame

when they yell, when they push, when they shut you down

you break apart with no one to help, there's no hope to get out

"if i am as useless as they say, how will i survive?"

who else would accept this role in my life

do i accept that this is as much love as i deserve

anger disguised as love and tough lessons to learn

i was taught to fear closeness and reject my worth

to dance on broken glass, to taste ash, to analyze all that i lack

to hate my reflection, to walk on hot coals and scorched earth

to expect cruelty, to flinch, to bite my lips, and to turn my back

it took strict teachers, those who shouted and tanned my hide

i took many and detailed notes over that span of time

hoping i would not forget what was done to me or feed myself lies

fortunately, the circumstances surrendered but the scars still make me cry

i think fear and pain can teach you many things

the most important lessons will come from acceptance and love

teachers who allow you to know kindness and spread your wings

teachers who dry your eyes and give tight hugs

for things as simple as, "leave if you're hurting"

and "no matter what is said, you are worthy"

to wake up early enough to see the morning glories

to dance in the rain, slip and fall, and get back up with no backlash or worry