I Hate Myself - Poem by Shauntae Taylor
I hate myself, is what i want to say
I hate myself is the way i feel every single day.
I hate myself for the things that i have done
Lives that i have shattered and hearts that were broken just so i can have some fun
To live my life every day hating myself is sad,
There are times when it makes me just so mad.
I get mad at myself for the little things
Things that i can't even control
Like the way my hair is, and the way that i talk
Down to the very reason why i walk.
There are times when i don't even know why i am living
I prefer to be dead some where
Or left under a rock to die in peace,
Left alone like a mad beast.
I can go on and on why i hate myself,
But most of all I hate myself, because i can never love me.....
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