Hate Spreads Hate
I hate thet I hate myself.
I hate that I think I hate myself,
When the truth is,
I don't.
I don't hate who I am
Or
What I look like.
I hate that people hate how I am.
I am a person.
I'm not a mannequin
Or a model, but
I am still beautiful.
I am good-looking,
I am smart,
I am funny.
I am everything
I need to be and
Your hate
Will not change me.
I hate that you spread your hate,
But what I hate more
Is that people
Believe it.
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