Self Hatred Poem by Ritika Patel

Instinct are not bad
Good, bad or evil present in body running by thought.
Once or twice or thrice it's burdened by someone
And it becomes heavy make a tree feel poison,
Everyone leaves home, neighbour, friends and me
But it's not the fault of one's body or its thought,
It's the fault of people who don't have god inside
May the god inside me bless them too
For their evil are the root of poison between me and you.