How is it that-
Even though I have everything I ever wanted,
I still hate myself?
I cannot comprehend this at all.
I still see myself as a waste of space,
And as someone who cannot differentiate between right and wrong.
I just hate my very being.
My very existence.
I. Hate. Me.
I haven't hated anything or anyone,
Not even my enemies!
There's simply no one in this world whom I loathe,
More than my own stupid and dumb self.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
