There are days
When I just sit
And hate myself
I can't handle
All the flaws
And imperfections
That only I
Can seem to see
So I drown in tears
And loathing
Picking and prodding
Wishing and hoping
I could be better
More beautiful
Happier
More likable
And every time
I look in the mirror
All I can see
Are the ghosts
And the demons
That haunt me
So I crumble
And I fall
Into the darkness
That consumes
Every corner
Of my soul