i say i hate pain, yet i dwell on it.
i am a self-confessed hypocrite.
living for destruction of one's self.
not living for me but for someone else.

this makes self-hate sound artistic.
trust me, it's definitely not.
didn't ask to become this.
change sorta happened.

i am not my old self.
that part of me is on the shelf.
in the body of someone else.