There's too many things I hate about myself
Listing them all would be quite tiring
From things I've noticed to things others did
How they'd tell me in such blunt ways
I hate my eyes first of all
The dark brown colour so dull and lifeless
How they never seem fully open
My dark circles taking over
I hate my hair as well
Brown is not a good colour on me
The curls never seem to be just right
No matter how long or short it doesn't work
Another thing I hate is my voice
It's too high pitched for some
Yet I can make it go too deep all the same
The squeaks that come out in excitement
My name has always been filled with hate
This is why I no longer use it anywhere
Unless it's work or family nobody knows it
How could you give me such a bad name
My face has also made this cruel list
The way my chin points out too far
How my freckles cover my cheeks and nose
When I can't keep my acne under control
I also hate my laugh
Whether it's a soft giggle or not
That horrible cackle that escapes
How annoying I must be to others
My legs make me crazy too
Starting with the huge thighs
Leading down to the twisted bones
My overly tight calf muscles
This personality I possess is just as bad
Acting different for everyone around
The way I can't seem to find just one
Yet I always hope everyone likes me
Don't look to my body for any hope
I hate this whole thing from head to toe
The fat on my stomach makes me sick
Cellulite that could make anyone cringe
There's just too many more things I hate
And I know that others hate them too
Yet I keep begging for affection
Hoping someone will adore what I hate
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Author:
Cali Kittana (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 11th, 2023 19:41
- Comment from author about the poem: The depression is getting the better of me lately.
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A man's wisdom makes his face to shine, and the boldness of his face shall be changed.
I chose a path of solitude, dated yes, but never married, not only scared of what that future might bring. But also I am very sickly and do not want to give these genes to anyone. But even the way I am, I know one thing and this is the hardest thing. You need to love yourself before anyone else can. I feel your pain even though I am a man, always hated my body, my hair, me depressing blue eyes and yes that damn fat. Do what makes you happy and try for little improvements, they always lead to larger success. Whatever you choose, your words will always stay with me.
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