The ocean floor is cold.
Cold when you are weighted down.
You're blindfolded
You look around
Around everyone that is better than you.
Your friends, family, and even your younger self were better.
You drown in this evermore of self-hatred.
Your heart is so sacred.
Your poems are like a 5-year-old.
You look like a fat old lady.
You are withhold Or so you've been told.
Let's be honest, you're a crybaby.
Nothing makes sense.
You're tired and so very uninspired.
Your vocabulary is small, not big enough to whence your comprehension.
You're undesired to love yourself.
Not only undesired but you unvaule yourself.
You crave male validation for your own good.
You say that for some empathy for yourself.
Why would you want to do that?
Because you're drowning.
drowning in bad addictions.
You are counting.
You're counting these days of afflictions
YOU ARE READING
Drowning In Self-Hatred
Poetry"Drowning in Self-Hate" In this poetry piece, I explore the emotions and feelings of self-hatred. I describe being "blindfolded" and "weighted down," feeling stuck and imprisoned by this overwhelming feeling. It also touches on a desire for male val...
