I look in the mirror, what do I see?
A face that's familiar, but not to me.

A stranger it seems, with eyes that are sad.
A figure of pity, no reason to be glad..

My heart is heavy, with the weight of self-hate.
A burden too big, no longer can I take.

For I am my worst critic, with words that sting.
The pain of self-loathing, a bitter pill to cling.

I am not enough or so I believe.
My flaws and imperfections, impossible to relieve.

My thoughts spiral out of control, into a dark abyss.
A prison of my own making with no way out of this.

I compare myself to others, with envy and despair..
Their success and happiness leaving me feeling bare.

I wish I could love myself, like they do.
See the beauty within and a sort of love that's true.

But self-hatred is a beast, hard to slay.
A monster within, that devours me each day.

It's time to confront, to face the pain
To love myself fiercely, like an eternal flame...

So, I take a deep breath, look in the mirror once more
I see a slight truth that maybe I could be worth fighting for?

I vow to love myself to try and heal, to grow.
To let go of self-hatred and maybe let self-love overflow?

Hah yeah right..