THOUGHTS THAT KILL

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

Because...

Because...

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.