THOUGHTS THAT KILL
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.