I Hate It Poem by Jamal ugh

You make me feel unloved
I cant even live cause of you
insecurities, left right and above
I view myself imperfect in every view

'confidence' I pretend its there
but its nothing but a mask
everyone knows its fake, and doesnt care
from my eyes and wrist, the scars forever last

where did this all begin?
when did I hate my view?
all i know theres no end
this is something i always knew

who is the felling my head with deception?
who is drawing my insecurities nearer,
why do i listen in reception?
because the critic in the one in the mirror.