Best Self Hate Poems

It was black America who told me I wasn't "really black" because my skin wasn't dark enough, and my hair was too good, 
because I spoke Spanish, and didn't grow up in the hood.
They told me to fit in, I needed to wear different clothes.
That...

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I know why people bleach their skin, acceptance 
Can you imagine looking in a mirror and hating your own reflection 

All you see is an ugly man

You wake up every day and nothing ever changes, self-hate is a cruel thing. 
Society gives you a description...

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There is such a thing as self hate
Many Jews accuse each other of self hate 
It is true - some Jews are filled with self loathing(including me at times)
But other people, too can hate themselves 
Blacks, Latinos, Chinese and Scots 
can all hate themselves 
It...

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i tell myself i love me
and then i break my heart
i ask for forgiveness
and it restarts

i tell myself i love me
and i treat myself well
until i make one mistake
then i treat me like hell...

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You sit alone
And always think
How life flew by
In just a wink
Those busy days
What did they mean
You wasted time
That's what they seem
You looked at others every day
Ne'r a nice word did you say
For them life appeared all sunny
Sure you thought
They all had money
But no one one...

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More empty patience in retreat
A worthy design for my self-deceit
More lack of care to spin my will
More ways to pretend that I can still….

My reason drifts into this pain
A conflict of spells manifest again
Reflective hatred steals my will
I’m frozen in fear as my mirror kills

I...

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Nothing savored Nothing cherished
Chewing wood, spitting silk 
Hating every creeping moment
till darkness lowers and laps at my toes
Blessed darkness gives me a cave 
where I may retreat from all hateful, glossy life -
oblivion with eyes wide open 
Monumental sorrow grinds my guts to dust
Hopelessness, a...

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I walked knowingly into the trap
as a boat sails over Charybdis.
Afraid of showing tell-tale marks
up and down my arms.
I gave in to the lesser evil,
went astray, searching indiscriminately for an escape.
My search lead me to a certain type of website.
Taking refuge in my libido,
I removed...

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In depths of solitude, I stand forlorn,
With shadow as my sole and steadfast friend.
By society shunned, from kinship torn,
I ponder on life's edge, its bitter end.

Upon the bridge, where thoughts of ending bloom,
My shadow's form beside me makes its stand.
This grim moment, midst the gathering...

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Should I be reminded of being a freak
I shall fall onto my knees
And cry before I break
But try before I wake

From this sleep so blinding black
I will look for what I lack

A sense of beauty on my face
The only sight of a disgrace

They see me...

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every feeling, every thought
cursing through these veins
cut off by the blood clot
i don't miss these growing pains
you taught me to love
you taught me to hate
when push came to shove
i could always relate
every feeling every thought
i was your fetus
i was your blood clot
and now look at...

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Tell me this is going to stop. The voices. The shaking of my body. The tears I can’t seem to fight back anymore. I’m not ashamed. I know what it is. I’m self-destructing. Before everyone’s eyes, I’m falling into my old habits again. Only this...

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O look in the mirror
Who stares back is never the same
We should change
Not stagnate
Yet I see different people
Those who I am proud of
Ashamed
Disgusted
Hate
Despise
I never know who will look back
She looks a bit like me
But that's only on the surface
That loathing runs deep...

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For once we want to feel content 
With the story the universe chose for us
And the person we were born and meant to be 
We’re tired of longing 
To be like that girl
To be like the girls on instagram and pinterest 
Who have aesthetic feeds...

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Wolfgang sits alone in a Berlin bar 
Plying drink to drink's still darker state,
Depressed, alone, and full of hate 
For what he has become.

Young backpack enters and with uncertain 
Tongue a conversation starts, until late 
Drinking talk is done and Wolfgang must 
Depart, but bids...

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