you crave the touch
of men
and you are desperate
to be looked at
by their predatory eyes
willing to accept
their devious lies
for you cannot bear
to look at yourself
let alone touch
the very skin
you loathe
the body you breathe in
which you wish you didn't
the heart you beg to destroy
the mind you yearn to shut up
everything about you,
you hate
maybe it is time
to stand in front of the mirror
and reflect on the reality
that these very men
are the very reason
you cannot stand
yourself
