I was once full of demons
accepting inner war

I loved others like me

                                                that is

until I didn’t.


                                                today

­I love myself
                                                but


I still find comfort in the arms
Of those who’s love is never for themselves

I hate them for wasting their days on wasting away
I hate them for not seeing

What I now see.
                                                And yet

I know I must still hate myself

Because I don’t deserve the boys
Who might really be right for me