Sometimes I Hate Myself

I give up

Sometimes I Hate Myself
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I hate my indecision

The skin in my belly

My overeating.

That my hair falls out a bit too much

That I procrastinate.

I hate that my thighs don’t look like those of a model

That I’m not drop-dead gorgeous.

That I don’t know how to be wealthy.

I don’t just dislike these things about me.

I hate

I hate

I hate them.

I hate that I cannot shake this feeling

That I’m not confident enough

Strong enough.

I want to look at myself in the mirror and smile

And feel proud

Despite myself.


I let the poison of hate curse through me

Do its thing.


I give up.


I'll close my eyes, I'll look within

I'll search for the antidote

Chances are, I’ll just find me.

And that’s ok.

That’s ok.

sad poetry
Gabriela Rosales
Gabriela Rosales
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