Self-Loathe
Drowning in this whirlpool of emotions and facing the darkness myself
Cyclones of flower petals pour all over the floor
Their beauty I compare to myself
Being force-fed the concept of beauty by shallow beings
An objective subject not meant to be demolished by a screen
Our definition , Our own bodies , Our own faiths , Our own soul
Strong men , women , human beings preach about self-love
They scream ; love yourself
They accept themselves for who they are , but
do I accept myself ?
My skin , My body , My face
I am the person I need to love the most
but I try to become the person that society will accept
My complexion , myself ; I am not an object
I am a living , breathing human being with my own beliefs
And yet I misplace my beliefs and I start to believe the shallow lies
Am I enough ? What is missing ?
How much of myself do I need to lose before I start to become
a fresh canvas
What else do I need to do to fit into society's mold?
My friends tell me I'm enough but I'm so fixed by what it
truly means to be beautiful
To me , my opinion doesn't matter yet it does the most
The truth ; I already know but I refuse to believe
Destroying myself
My mind in a state of war
I'll always hate my complexion
I'll never be enough , I'll never be more
Contradiction
A mixture of Self-love
And self-loathe
I Detest myself
Copyright © Salma Rahmat | Year Posted 2019
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