Why I hate myself

by ale

Impenetrable logic
Why can’t you see
That the hatred within
Is a constant play
Between reality
And the chance of being

Of being clothed in white garments
Or thrown in rags
But then you say
At least you’re not bare

But with silk or threads
Or fur and hair
We are exposed regardless
Through our yearning
To be grand

So don’t tell me to love
Or pry my eyes
To see the invisible
Intangible view

Cause if to love is to
Accept the immortal flaws
Of someone else’s differing view
There is no seeing eye to eye
On this suspended foundation
Of our eternal existence.

[Don’t worry; I blind myself to enjoy this existence. And I’m smiling, I promise.]