hate

Hate
Why am I dancing around the issue?
I want to fucking die.
I hate my mind,
obsessed with trivialness.
Circles, circles,
I get nowhere for all my pondering.

I hate my body,
every changing, ever aging,
No matter how close to their standards I get,
I will never meet my own.
I hate my heart,
it breaks every day,
a thousand tiny cracks,
letting bitterness seep through.

i did not write this poem ..................
i got it off the net............