hate.
what a strange word.
you can hate a lot of things,
the way your voice sounds,
the manner in which they talk to you,
how your hair falls.
i can't begin to describe what i hate
yes i hate the simple things,
but i also hate so much more.
i hate that i don't know who i am,
questioning my reality is second nature
i hate how i rely on other people to feel,
filling myself not with food but with solutions to problems that were never mine to solve
i hate that i let everyone down,
trying to fulfil goals that i never wanted
i hate that i am a failure,
never sensing that perhaps i'm not worthless
i hate a lot of things,
but not as much as i hate myself.
