Dear Self-Hatred
Dear Self-Hatred,
You are the dark feeling in my body
Slowly drowning me in this hatred
Waiting to slowly chip away at me
Even the simplest words said
Make you more powerful than me
I try to appease you
But you want more than I am willing to give
I try my hardest to not let people see
What you have done to me
You rip away my self-esteem
I fear people and what they say
Wondering if they hate me
Wondering if everything I have is a lie
The words I spurt out
Gusing like ink
I regret
I hate
Perfection is now what I want
And I cannot become it
You may have won this battle
But you haven’t taken me
Not yet
Your Victim,
B.S.