I Hate When I Hate Myself

What’s worse than hating yourself and everything about you?
Easy. Hating the fact that you hate yourself.
Wallowing in your own pit of self-loathing and disgust
And yet detesting every moment that you spend,
Unable to find the good
Unable to find the beauty
Unable to find the worth.
Sure, you’ll have the occasional “good day” of relatively not hating yourself.
But you still look in the mirror at the end of the day,
And hate what you see,
And hate what you feel,
And hate that you feel it.