Feel
Your taint
Coursing through
My body.
Poisoning
My soul
Throughout.
Where
Self-hatred is
The norm
Not the exception.
In
Seeing myself
As a monster
To others.
As
Punches and kicks
Turn my body
Black and blue.
While
My soul
Whithers away
Upon the caustic
Verbal attacks.
Until
Only a shell
Which you see
Before you
Remains.
Feeling
Full of shame
And despair
About myself.
Therisa © 2012
Author's note: An older darker poem, about my self-hatred and self-loathing, generated from a long history of abuse.
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