I Love The Way I Hate - Poem by Tsai TheTruthSeeker
I love the rain,
For it hides my tears.
I love the thunder,
For it hides my screams.
I love the dark,
For it hides the light I should face.
I love the blood,
That runs down my body,
For it hides the real pain from inside.
I love the emptiness I feel,
From when I don't eat,
For it hides the pains from the outside.
I love the lies,
For they hide my truths.
I love the aloneness,
For it hides what I know I need to survive.
I love the clothes and the make up,
For it hides the defective, incomplete, me.
I love the magazines, the stars and the TVs,
For they remind me why I do this.
I love the scales and the mirrors,
For they remind me that I'm not yet good enough.
I love the way that love and hate are so different,
That they have now come full circle.
They are the same to me.
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