As I sit here
I can't help but to think
"Why do I hate myself so much?"
My life isn't terrible
I have food
A house
Friends who love me
But yet I can't help but to hate my entire existence
Just looking at my reflection in the mirror makes my blood boil
And despite the fact that I have so much rage and anger towards myself inside me
I smile anyways
Because I have to
It's not a choice
But a defense mechanism
No one bothers to ask the girl with a big smile if she's okay
No one bothers to ask anyways
So as I sit here and think
"Why do I hate myself?"
I begin to realize
That I don't only hate myself
But the person I pretend to be
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PoetryA series of poems. Some inspirational, others relatable; they all are meant to help me get what I feel out of my head and out into the world.
