Repulsion

There are moments, when I am alone and I must endure myself

There are times,

That my own existence,

Repulses me.

In those times,

I just want to....

Stop being me.

For a day,

An hour,

Even a minute.

Grant me some reprieve,

From myself.

Especially when the serene sirens call,

Of eternal rest,

The beaconing allure,

To escape my own,

Repulsion.