Self Hatred

A Poem by Writingislife5

About the pit of our imperfections

There is a pit within me.
Tis' the place where my demons howl.
My flaws and imperfections are prominent
in this place where my hatred prowls.

"Worthless," the whispers start to taunt,
"Ugly and fat," they press.
The tears begin until I am blank,
I am a pool of depression and stress.

Is this what I have become?
Am I of no worth anymore?
If I was of worth, would I be
crying on my bedroom floor?

No one is here to comfort me.
I am all alone.
They all said they would be here,
but I am on my own.

I shrink into a ball
and I wish I could just disappear.
Until screaming of my demons
becomes all that I can hear.