Still Stuck With Myself Poem by IRAH X
Still Stuck With Myself
When I was younger
I would look into the mirror
and pick out what I did not like.
That's what I thought
hating yourself was.
Now,
I know that's not even the half of it,
because now.
I look into the mirror
and cry.
Simply put,
I hate myself.
No,
I am disgusted
with myself.
One slip,
and everything crumbled.
There goes my hopes and dreams,
and unfortunately
I am
still stuck with myself.
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