Hatred Of Me Poem by Jane Roberts
Hatred Of Me
She wants to spoil it for me.
Everytime I feel happy
She comes along,
and makes me feel bad.
I want her to go away forever.
How can I make her?
Tell her she is ugly, tell her I will leave her, tell her I hate her,
everyone hates her, thinks she is ugly and stupid.
Why is she still here?
She has nowhere else to go.
the great mystery of inner beauty troubles the heart worries the soul but in the end we are perfect each cell of our being proclaim that truth our only task to see our own beauty even in deepest darkness a fine poem
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