self hatred

Self Hatred

I I used to try to deny this,
I had it down to a science,
This hate so simple and pure,in
everything I do I'm unsure.

Leaves me here,
worn out and tired,
or the opposite,
jumpy and wired.
Either way my life's been betrayed,
broken down, messed up, delayed. Now I've accepted it,
no need to pretend.It was not, as they told me, a trend.
For I've overcome my teenage
years,and it still lives and breathes in my tears.
o I'll feel this until I die,and there's no use wondering why.
Self hatred I have I know well,and I am forever under it's spell.



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