I hate myself...
i hate the way i look, way i think, way I act.
i hate the things I do , things I don’t do , things I let my Anxiety let me not do.
i hate the imperfections that carve a map on my body , the stretch marks , the burns , the bruises.
i hate the way my I look in photos, in person .
i hate how I do so much for other people , and get nothing in return.
i hate how no one will ever truly love me because there is always someone to easily replace me.
I think most I need to learn to love myself. But it’s almost impossible when my own mind drowns me in negative thoughts , drowns me in what I believe to be truths so why do you keep telling me there lies?
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lottierose (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a few thoughts I gathered tonight , had a bit of a tough day Xo
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Studies have shown that people more depressed/anxious use the pronoun "I" more often than otherwise, including in poetry. This is because people who use "I" more often are more likely to have their focus shifted inwards toward themselves, and thus more likely to be overly self-critical.
Imagine if there was a bitter old geezer following you around all day, criticizing everything about you and everything that you did. You probably wouldn't like him very much, so why do it to yourself?
I've struggled with this myself, and I think the way to deal with it is to try and shift your focus from being too inward (introverted) to being outward, to other people (extroverted). I think you may find that you stop hating yourself so much and you start doing things that make you respect yourself.
Anyway, those are my thoughts. Take it easy.
Thank you those are some very valid opinions and thoughts , apreciate it
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