I Hate Myself

I hate myself; I really do.

It's hard to find the good and true.

I see my flaws, they're all I see.

 

And they're the only part of me.

I hate my hair; I hate my skin.

I hate the shape I'm living in

 

I hate my voice; I hate my laugh.

I hate the way I photograph.

I hate my thoughts; I hate my fears.

 

I hate the way I've wasted years.

I hate my choices; I hate my past.

I hate the way I'm fading fast.

 

But then I stop and take a breath

And realize that I'm not just death.

I'm more than just the sum of parts.

I'm more than just my broken heart.

I'm human, and that's okay.

 

I don't have to be perfect every day.

I can love myself, flaws, and all.

And rise above the things that make me fall.

 

So, I'll take this hate and turn it around.

And let my love for myself be found.

I'll be kinder, gentler, and more forgiving.

And find the joy in simply living.