a r c a n e [Poems]

A list running longer then my dreams

How can one person hate so much about themself?

I question it so often,

How can I hate the body I live in?

If someone asked me what I hated about myself the list would go on and on.

I hate my feet and they way they don't point as I wish they would

I hate my legs and how pale they are.

I hate my knees and the way they're shaped.

I hate my thighs 'cause when I sit down they flatten out and take up the seat.

I hate my stomach and the way it rolls.

I hate my chest and how it is
Just it existing puts me through hell.

I hate my arms and how skinny and frail they are.

I hate my collar bone and how it sticks out.

I hate my neck and long it is.

I hate my ears and how the heat runs through them and they turn a shade of red.

I hate my chin for it's shape.

I hate my smile and how my teeth show through.

I hate my hair and how flat it gets.

I hate my eyebrows and how they thin out at the end, leaving people to wonder if I shaved them when I was younger.

I hate my voice and how when I talk it goes up three octaves.

I hate my laugh and the way it rings through the room.

The list goes on and on and these are only physical things.

I wonder if I could wake up one day and all this pain would go away.

If I could walk on the clouds and look at how things used to be.

But stuck on the ground with my horrible feet I question my own sanity.