Self Hatred

By Sarah Sisson

My world was a deep cesspool
of self hatred.

The irony of it all… the grandiosity
those days mimic.

A gilded time that I will look
back upon with

care. I see that I did grow
despite the stagnant

moments I thought were lucrative.
I do not wish

to change those days. I wish to
live off of them

as if they were the valued
education that

I no longer have to strive for.

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