Sometimes

I hate myself

Sometimes

I love myself

More often the former

More often regretful

More often pining

After what could've been

Sometimes

I loathe myself

Sometimes

I enjoy myself

More often the former

More often reserved

More often lost

After what could've been

Sometimes

I despise myself

An overwhelming emotion

Sometimes

I see myself

Content and pleased

More often I'm lost

More often I'm pining

Lost in the sensations

Of what could've been