I cannot love myself.
I cannot take one quick picture of myself
and send it to those who do not deserve to see such an imperfection.
I cannot look at myself in the mirror and not wonder
how such a horrendous creature could even dare to exist.
But, some days, the good days,
I can like myself.
On days of despair, I am the person
I look to for affection.
In nights of thunder, I am the person
I cuddle for protection.
But today is a bad day.
And I cannot love myself.
