Untill I learn to love myself
Everything I touch as gentle
As I may be, will be stained
By the poison of my self
Hatred
Underneath drinker smiles
Cheap food and naive
Attempts at finding love
There was nothing, there
Came a point where I
Would suppress anything
Just to avoid the real me
Screaming to come out
Some day, I'll have to
Confront the worst version
Of myself, the one I hide
In unmade beds and lonely
Places and hopefully I
Won't run
I wish I could learn to love
Myself, my stretch marks
My crooked smile, my
Bad sense of humour and
That one thing I assume
Everyone hates about me
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Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
PoetryThis is just a jumble of writing, poetry, self help, rolled into a little thing I'd like to call Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
