i hate her.
she's so confident when she wants to impress but never for herself.i hate her.
she's so pretty and funny, everyone likes her but she dislikes everyone else.i hate her.
she preaches the virtues but her patience is as thin as her web of lies.i hate her.
she's so good at memorizing labels and rules, yet finds difficulty in forgetting the past.i hate her.
she longs for adventures and new stories to tell, but cowers at risk and ponders in the what ifs.i hate her.
she tries her hardest but when she has failed, she realizes she wasn't trying at all, she was just so good at pretending.i hate her.
she's so good at faking smiles, laughter and joy, but drowns in her own tears beneath her facade.i hate her.
she takes pictures of herself, edits them and publishes them, only to wish she could cut her own faces and curves to shreds.i hate her.
she lives so gracefully, everything order, yet she knows death would be easier than life.i hate her.
she's got it all together even as she writes poems of how much she hates herself.
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Feelings On Paper
Poetrypoems and feelings of a new chapter in the story we call life; welcome to a journey of emotions going into adulthood 2020-June2023