My body,

My mind.

My soul,

What do they mean to you?

Anything at all?

You shunned me for my ideas

You hated me for my lacking in beauty

I was never going to be good enough



I was not good enough for me either.

I hate myself.

That ugliness of spirit attached itself,

my hatred kept it bound to me like steel wire.

You see it when I walk by,

digging into my skin and making new wounds.

You hated me because I hated me.

Because there was no right that I should have love in this world,

not something like me,

not this body,

not this uneducated mind,

not this glutinous soul.