Walking Contradiction

Yet another rant

I hate myself, quite simply- 

yet I am my only friend.

I can't stand to be alone with them,

but I'll be with them 'till the end.

I separate body and mind,

talk to myself until I find

I'm past insane,

the words come out-

I answer them swiftly, without a doubt.

People see me and giggle to themselves,

I've no doubt I must look strange,

talking to myself.

I loathe looking into the mirror,

because there is only one I see

instead of them, I see only me. 

I'm the only one low enough

to love myself, it's true-

and yet I hate myself-

Only God knows how much I do.