I Am My Vice

April 25, 2016

I hate myself

I hate myself and I can't help it.

I hate myself and I can't help but make jokes

Of course I can make jokes

It's amusing to think that

I'm as screwed up as I am

I have moments where I am okay

I have moments where I smile at my own reflection

Of course I can smile

Sometimes I like what I see

But I usually don't.

I don't know why I hate myself so don't ask me that

It's an old habit

And you know what they say about those

You can pretend it was hard to get rid of it

You can pretend you actually helped yourself

But 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 others

And some have vices that consume

But how far do things have to go

Before it stops being a vice

And starts taking control?

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