Self Hatred

Eyes of molten flesh,
hair like raven's nest,
skin like slippery frogs,
words of nails on boards,
disgustion raises up my throat,
My eyes are blurred and wet.
I know myself better than others. 

Lies buzz over your mouth,
your broken promises the ugly boils on your face,
hatred runs through your blood,
you avoid the monster in the mirror.
Jealousy, you consume daily,
all your actions are lousy,
smiles and excuses are your mother tongue,
you vehemently lock your conscience 
behind the attic door.
You know yourself better than others.


 When I wrote this, I was under bouts of self hate that seemed to threaten the normalcy I had. I still struggle with it.

Changes will cause new obstacles, challenges, and unavoidable disappointments. Whatever you couldn't do, give yourself the time to do it again and the support you'd give to any loved one. You have only one person on your side no matter what, and that is yourself.  I learned that now, and I want you, who ever you are, to try and accept yourself for whoever you are.