If I asked you what you loved
what would you say?
Can I guess?
Your mother, father, brother, sister
Reading, writing, singing
Music, friends
Everything
The list could go on and on
am I right?
I think I am.
But.
How long would it take you to say
the most important one
Minutes?
Hours?
Days?
Years?
Ever?
Would you be able to say it
Could you even say it
How long would it take you
to say
myself
I love myself
For some
It never happens
Why you ask?
How could someone not love themselves?
I think you know.
But you just don't want too.
You don't want to see it, hear it.
But I'm going to tell you.
Whether you like it or not.
So Why?
Why is because when she looks in the mirror
All she sees is an ugly face
An ugly body
And ugly soul
How could she love such an ugly being?
Why is because when she lies awake at 3 in the morning
All her insecurities attack her
All her doubts, her worries
Flood her every thought, drowning everything else out
How could she love such a weak pathetic being?
So you ask why some will never be able to say "I love myself"
This is Why
These are the thoughts going through their heads
The thoughts that never leave them alone