Dear Self-Hatred

Dear Self-Hatred,

You are the dark feeling in my body

Slowly drowning me in this hatred

Waiting to slowly chip away at me

Even the simplest words said

Make you more powerful than me

I try to appease you

But you want more than I am willing to give

I try my hardest to not let people see

What you have done to me

You rip away my self-esteem

I fear people and what they say

Wondering if they hate me

Wondering if everything I have is a lie

The words I spurt out

Gusing like ink

I regret

I hate

Perfection is now what I want

And I cannot become it

You may have won this battle

But you haven’t taken me

Not yet

Your Victim,

B.S.