I hate myself
And every breath that glides past my tongue
And seeps through my unwilling lips
I hate my nose
The bridge is big enough for a huge ogre to cross
And from the side view I'm the ogre crossing the bridge
Hoping maybe on the other end self esteem is waiting
I hate my hands
I don't know why my mind attacks my hands
It's like every line traced upon them is a sin
They just look
Ugly
I hate my scars
The ones that can be found almost every space on my body
Reminding me of how bad I use to feel
And how I still feel that way
But learned how to get use to the shivering winter inside of me
I hate my mind
Every disorder that races through my brain
Every sad thought I've had the courage to keep
I hate my skin
It's too translucent
My veins are too defined
Reminding me of the hateful blood they carry,
Heavily
I hate my knuckles, bruised
My elbows, and knees, rough
My lips, chapped
My eyes
My feet
My spine
My cheeks
No self esteem
No time to gain it
No dimples
No feminine voice
I hate myself

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PoesiaYou are a complex universe, and I am just a star connecting one of your complex constellations. I hope to own my own universe someday.