I Am My Vice

I hate myself

I hate myself and I can't help it. I hate myself and I can't help but make jokesOf course I can make jokesIt's amusing to think that I'm as screwed up as I am I have moments where I am okayI have moments where I smile at my own reflection Of course I can smileSometimes I like what I seeBut I usually don't.  I don't know why I hate myself so don't ask me thatIt's an old habitAnd you know what they say about thoseYou can pretend it was hard to get rid of itYou can pretend you actually helped yourselfBut it only takes one time to get back into your old habits.  We all have our vices and Our vices are why we hate ourselves Some have more vices than othersAnd some have vices that consumeBut how far do things have to go Before it stops being a viceAnd starts taking control? 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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