Autophobia

My hatred has grown so large,

An infestation of my heart, 

Only stronger when I fight,

Nothing do I care for,

Much more less when I think of I,

So I'll let it multiply.

It feeds on nonexistent loves

And dissatisfaction of my own, 

An unwanted image of trash,

Loathing every time I glance,

So I'll just close my eyes,

For I care not to hate myself tonight

Reviews

[Oren Giovanni]

good

[Vincent]

A familiar feeling, here described under an interesting definition. Not easy to put words on such subtle and uneasy feelings but you did a good job