I've always faced the hatred of others
As long as I've known the meaning of that word.
But I've tried, from a young age
Not to take it to heart
And for the longest time
I thought I could.
I stayed close to those who said they were different.
But one by one they disappeared.
So I tried silencing myself
And changing what I could
To be that picture-perfect version of myself.
But then I realized, even in pictures I look bad.
And the last thing I held onto
Realized that.
So, just like all the others, they began to drift away
And everything I thought I'd learned back then
About being me
Loving me
Lost its meaning.
Or maybe it never had meaning at all.

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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...