Warnings: self-hate
I don't know why she hates me or
Why it is only me
Who she seems to terrorize
With such vicious glee
"Your outfit is so ugly, dear,"
She gives a hollow laugh
"Apologies—the outfit's fine—
You're just shaped like a calf."
"Do you even exercise?
How'd you miss this mistake?
Why's your hair look like a nest?
Do you deserve a break?"
The insults just go on and on
With no relief in sight
No one can even tell that I
Am dealing with this plight
For how could I ever admit
Or make somebody see
That of eight billion people I'm
My own worst enemy
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
