In the depths of my mind, I often ruminate,
A storm of self-hate, a burden I can't abate.
These thoughts that consume me, like a venomous snake,
I'm trapped in this darkness, my soul about to break.
I hate myself, these words on repeat,
Draining my spirit, leaving me incomplete.
With every passing day, the pain intensifies,
A relentless battle within, where hope slowly dies.
I loathe my imperfections, every flaw in my being,
In this distorted mirror, self-love is fleeing.
I question my worth, plagued by self-doubt,
These demons within, I can't seem to rout.
I compare myself to others, their successes shine bright,
While I wallow in shadows, devoid of any light.
I envy their confidence, their effortless grace,
While I stumble and fall, lost in this futile race.
