I hate myself so much
And I don't even know myself.
I just know what
The girl others are supposed to see.
This constant comparison
To everyone.
I tell myself
I'm not good enough
Because I'm not like them.
Because I'm worthless
And they are not.
I repress who I really am
In hopes I will be
The girl I try to be.
I can't imagine
They hate me
For no reason
So I imagine up reasons
To hate me.
Every little mistake
is blown out of proportion
In my own mind
to prove
I deserve to be hated.
I build myself
On the image of me
Other's have
Then fear that someone
Will be better.
I compare our bodies,
The shape,
The color.
Her skin
Smooth and clear
Mine
Riddled with
painful,
swollen,
bacteria-filled acne.
Why do they all have boyfriends
And I don't?
Isn't it obvious?
Wonder why I have no friends,
Then push them all away
Afraid to be myself.
I despise myself
For what I can't be,
What I'm not.
I just want to mean something
But I don't.
And this poem was supposed to be longer, so I'm sorry I ended it so abruptly, but suddenly, I am out of energy completely and I can't write it anymore.
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A collection of Poetry by a Teenage Girl
Non-FictionCall me Lo. I've made the decision to put my poetry out there for a few reasons, though it's not so great. -Another teenage girl will see this and relate to some of my poetry and know she isn't alone and her feelings aren't invalid -Those who choose...
