Musings From True and False Lives

The Hatred

I hate that you can't see what everyone else sees.

That freckled face in the mirror,

Brown eyes hidden behind long sweeps of hair,

Pale skin stretched over muscles and veins and bones,

Angry marks from a growing body and intrusive thoughts,

Are not the most important parts about you.

I hate that you hold so much discontent in your appearance.

Others may see that first, upon meeting you,

But there is so much more to you than your body.

I hate that you don't think highly of your intelligence.

High achievements are no more, just a thing of the past,

But now you have more pressing matters to think about.

I hate that you hold the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Not everything is your responsibility.

You need to take care of yourself first,

Rest your mind, that ever-wandering mind,

No matter how often you disregard yourself in favor of others.

I hate that you hate yourself, your body and mind and soul.

Because you're perfect just as you are, imperfections and all.