Hate.
A word often referred to as one
you should never say because
it is too strong a word.
Well duh,
why do you think I say it?
I say it about sweet potatoes,
spinach,
myself,
and on occasion,
swim practice.
You caught that
'myself part'
didn't you?
Well that's depressing.
Now I'll have to
explain myself.
It's actually pretty simple.
I hate myself
and
that's that.
Why you may ask?
Well to that I ask,
why not?
I mean look at me!
What is intelligence?
What is self love?
What is beauty?
What is cool?
What is nice?
None of those adjectives
can be used to
describe me...
at least,
I don't think so.
The only thing that can
correctly describe me is
'one who loathes herself.'
Most days at least.
There are some good days though.
Rarely.
I don't look in mirrors
except to make a funny face,
a funny face to replace the
hate, scorn, distaste,
bad thoughts, frowns, fake smiles...
all the things I don't like about myself.
What is there to like?
Not much.
I'm just a weird girl,
floating through life,
doing the same routine each day,
avoiding mirrors
with all of her might.
Why?
Because mirrors reflect the thing sitting on the other side.
A/N
I only hate myself sometimes...
Song: Lonely - Speaker Knockerz [CLEAN]
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Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
