I hate my lips
How my lies easily flow out of it
Not knowing the difference between it and the truth
Because my words don't matter
Among all the sentences around me
I hate my hair
How it can never be like that in the commercial
It's too dull and short
Probably the same two words to describe my life
If this is ever called living
I hate my face
How it's too unattractive for anyone to like
Or to look and appreciate
To blame them, I cannot
For I don't want to see me, too
I hate my wrists
How I recklessly slashed it so I could end me
Or at least end what was left of me
I don't even know how this life would be done
When I don't remember when it started
I hate my belly
How it's too fat to fit into anything
But unlike my pants, the world is big
I could easily be just a face in the background and fit in
A mere face in the crowd
I hate my mind
How my thoughts run wild with negativity
Letting it be eaten by my self-destructive words
Under the starless night sky
Enveloped by nothing but silence
Accompanied by soft snores and cricket noises
I hate my heart
How it beats without staying alive
Trying to feel again after being numb
But then again, I'd rather have it functioning
Than feeling anything
I hate me
How I look into the mirror every time
And be reminded that I'm a failure
Of all the lies I've told myself and fed my mind with
This one feels truer than truth itself
I hate her
I hate the girl staring back at me
How she looks at me with such hatred
While her demons are slowly knocking on her irises
Threatening to be released
In a series of uncontrollable tears
I hate her eyes
How it never smiled while her lips did
While she stared back at the face that looked so familiar
But was never dear to her heart
How she didn't see her way back
When she once was lost
How she sees all these imperfections
But never her worth.