I hate myself I do, or at least I've convinced myself I do Will I repeat it, I don't know But sure as hell know I can What started as a couple drinks Turned into a real big thing Its just a fling I thought Nothing more no big deal I hate myself I do What a big lie I'm such a fool I'm nothing but your tool But still I let you use me like I am your stool Whenever you weary quench your lust with me This is not a poem Merely just a confession The guilt in me is piling But how can I resist your touch Your fragrance is compelling No you put a spell on me I don't mean to blame, Why I have you both here I just want to be heard And if possible continue as is was I know it is a bit selfish Disgusting as you might think But the best is the best How could it be compared with the rest I'm sorry I slept with your mother