Self Loathing Poems - Poems about Self Loathing

i wake up in a body that is not mine who tied these strings to my bones and made me dance -– there are eyes i cannot see but they see me whispersofverses.com for more i guess they weigh me down with their silence with their judgment -– the mirror whispers you are not enough not the face not the heart not the soul it spits back what i already know -– how do you live when your shadow feels...

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Deep down inside, I carry this constant self-loathing, It's more than just a passing feeling—it's like a heavy burden I can't shake. Some days, I struggle to eat, going without proper meals, And I avoid looking in the mirror, skipping makeup to avoid facing myself. I seem to ruin every relationship I have, Hurting the people I care about the...

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Confusion, disillusion, intrusion, conclusion, Such is life’s ever-changing, smiling face Ferocity, atrocity, generosity, velocity, A whirlwind of emotions, a fate you can't erase. Alienation, fascination, cancellation, race-relation, Seeking understanding, longing for a deeper connection. Enduring, procuring, assuring, alluring, In this journey of life, we keep pressing on in every direction.. Oh, the human experience, so vast yet inclusive, In our hearts and in these...

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My suit of self-loathing no longer fits The mirror of compassion tells me so Years of bad-intentions held back growth After a time, the length of my sleeves bind I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized These angry pants are fit for a small child How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket Like it or...

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Evict me from this grimy house My son asked me what self-loathing is His home still occupied with laughter I was taken aback by his cleanliness I told him it gathers like dust over time Sweep my house free of grime Adults self-loathe their homes best I bade him to keep his house clean I spoke from my home in unrest With...

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Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing Ever since mine late boyhood when unstoppable coded cellular processes did segue I experienced abhorrence toward yours truly, an extremely introverted kid, whose parents nor siblings (one younger and older sister) could not arouse him out of his emotional torpor (even enlisting powers of druid) akin being on par with Peter Peter pumpkin eater..., whereby he (meaning author who crafts this...

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Overwhelming thoughts pour into my head with every breath that I take. Maybe if it was a bit more quiet I wouldn’t shut down from every little mess I make. In time this empty shell gets filled with pity and loathing, for the person that I’ve made. I know I will lose control one day,...

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The mind is a mysterious vessel It carries decisions and memories of yesterday but No matter how many whiskeys, they will not disappear It replays life altering choices Alongside choices not made, in a whine A stamp of regret imprinted on the brain The only way to erase it, through death As Sisyphus, my punishment is grueling but deserved The ache of...

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My messed up mind draws a blank, My motivational efforts have sank Nothing but a chaotic stream of stagnant thoughts, Starting a mental battle which continuously has to be fought, Sleep deprived and mentally drained, My eyes can’t lie they truly show there strained, Trying to hide my psychotic state from everyone, Even though the person I once new...

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I am your defication I am farted galvanism To be wiser than one's creator Is no great source of pride....

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Ever since mine boyhood I experienced abhorrence toward yours truly, an extremely introverted kid, whose parents nor siblings (one younger and older sister) could not arouse him out of his emotional torpor akin being on par with Peter Peter pumpkin eater... whereby he (meaning author who wrote this poem) kept himself isolated, quarantined, and xed out within self made shell. Me mum mollycoddled her only son bathed him in...

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Invisible to the naked eye traumatization (courtesy chastising and reproaching - by fellow classmates and later in life birth parents and inlaws dealt hefty figurative jab) tremendously impacted yours truly analogous to him moving bajillion miles away compounded by his withdrawn demeanor diagnosed when he reached middle adulthood as schizoid personality disorder, thus exhibiting obvious developmental delay bullied courtesy nasty brutes, who scapegoated and rejoiced with hip hip hurray, meanwhile...

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stealing space, the only thing that disappears when new ideas are born. we are clothed in past experiences, divining directions from someone else’s shadow. We clap applause for airs that carry each of us to cause, support us in our stirrings; give us strings to act as wings, wipe memories away at the end of every...

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Peroxide blonde and covered in petals, Bleach kills flowers - She’s less softener than metal A body rooted in pride, trying to run, Jackal and hide. There’s some double entendres, catch them if you can, There’s something about her, try to find it, you’ll both be damned. To Cinderella she’s her own step sister, Crying out for love, afraid...

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Every morning I wake up not knowing if ill look in the mirror at either Jekyll or Hyde. Not knowing if ill be praying to die or feeling alive. This right here is my typical bad day, keep your pity or judgement to yourself . I don't need an instant replay of what I'm already...

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