I. Am. Angry.
So very angry.
I am officially
Pissed off.I'm pissed off
That I haven't changed
That I haven't done better
That I haven't tried harder.I cannot look in
a mirror
without wanting
to punch it.I cannot touch
My own skin
Without wanting
To hurt it.I cannot move
In my body
Without hating
That it can breathe.I hate myself.
Not in the way
That people say,
Not in that way.People hate
Themselves over
Looks and sounds,
And weight and height.Over physical things.
But me?
I hate myself
Because I
Simply
Exist.Because I hurt
And I damage
And ruin
And destroy.I hate myself.
Because of who I am.
Not who I look like.

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Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
Thơ caPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.