Self-Hatred to Purity
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I hate myself for how I seem stable
Although to reside I am unable
The lies I don’t say but somehow deem
Unintended things still mark my lost way
And I wish someday to sway
From the past that still holds me in its unceasing grip,
A glorious inequity that from here cannot be flipped,
So I try to be free, but from myself I cannot flee
My cursed reception of delusion
Drives me further into seclusion
With nothing left but utter confusion
I try to ignore ever meaningless word that is let out the door,
But through facetious deception
I elaborate misconception
Often thus relaying, sinful reflection,
I regret what I’ve said at times
Those demeanors that make me want to just rot in bed
Denying my very purpose I might as well be dead
But from the depths of my hate there still compiles,
An origin of insecurity that defiles,
More than what I love, but also what I hate
Gradually erasing the lies, maybe it’s not too late
But I’m still blinded by the doubts of the truth
The dirt beneath the porcelain roof
Constantly reminding me that there is no such thing as proof
So denying myself by denying my denial
What do I became...nothing
Is that even possible to be the implausible
But here in the darkness of never forgetting, forbearing, or forgiving
I can no longer be teething or I’ll die to the hate of not believing
Yet in this time of redundant immorality,
Something else in the distance is displayed in a beam
I see not the might of the risen, but the sight of the fallen
For those who are truly wise, were once foolish
And those who can see, were once blind
So I take my hate for everything and through this blindness it becomes love
All of a sudden I’m nothing,
but simply,
a white dove