I never truly found an inkling of liking to myself
I've always detested the person that I am
The heart that hides itself and its humiliating benevolence
This visage that calls upon uncalled for unwelcomed conversations
Everything that I am that I was I have always pushed afar...
I smiled and lied
The lies that I told
I believed and I was fine
I told myself -
The me that I stood gazing
Glaring with such fire
Such hate and so much hope
That you are the most
Incredible distinguished creature
To ever walk upon the rays of life
That you are a King, born of a God
And raised by the most blessed
Humans ever molded.
Afterwards it all fades,
The words and the hope
The fire that was never truly lit
Stops rather entirely
I've loved myself once
When I was young and cheerful
When things weren't as complicated
When I didn't have to write this down
In order to feel good about being
Different...
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