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Unshackle My Verse

Peom also known as: self hatred 



They tell me I am beautiful
Commenting on how my dyed hair
Brings out my eyes

When all i see is the same face
That I have come to despise.

Mirrors never lie

As I look at my reflection 
And watching these tears roll down my face

I cant help but hate myself
Always a disgrace.

Its a KNIFE, 
so POINTED,
That's always CUTTING me
FROM the INSIDE

Making it IMPOSSIBLE
To feel comfortable
Inside my own MIND

Now slowly but steadily 
My reality is ceasing to exist
Leaving me like a memory
And no way to recapture it.

Its a race that I'm always RUNNING,
And RUNNING,
Trying to leave all my demons behind

But HOW can I outrun 
the BEAST 
That destroying 
my MIND

I don't know how to continue
It was useless to try from the start.

When its my OWN SKIN,
OWN BLOOD,
OWN LIFE,
That I want to 
Tare apart

Its a never ending war
Raging inside my head
There every waking second
Then following me to bed

I don't know where to turn
Or how to get up
Off my knees
Society say have confidence
Before promoting images of girls 
I can never be.

I'm at a point inside
Deep in my drowning heart,
Where I wake up every morning 
To only want to cut myself apart

And when i look into my reflection
I cant help but ask

WHY
I 
Still
Breathe


When the only thing in this whole world
That I can say 
I HATE
Is me.

04.01.17

darkdepressionhateteenfree verse

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Beata Agustin

February 9, 2026 at 4:10 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Doug Vinson

April 2, 2017 at 11:15 AM

It is a hard thing, Beck. Sometimes, the passage of time is what matters.

Darren White

April 2, 2017 at 2:31 AM

I know about this, and about the pain. There are a lot of us here on PoetrySoup, we all manage to work the pain into images and words. You wrote this well, and I welcome you to PoetrySoup.