Hate Spreads Hate

I hate that 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 

I don't need your hate to change me.

I hate that you spread your hate,

But what I hate more

Is that people

Believe it.