Your abrasive projections leave their welts
On my delicate skin,
Your seeds of loathing pass through
Translucent pores,
To my vunerable insides.
They take root and sprout
Grotesque beanstalks,
With only loathing at the top.
I climb them.
I know you hurt me, hate me,
So that I feel as bad as you do,
So that you can blame me, taunt me,
So that you can give me all your pain...
So that you don't have to face the agony
Of turning it inwards on yourself.
Author notes
Some people cannot bear to hate themselves. They need someone to blame. They need someone to take it out on.
Next time someone treats you badly, before you start hating yourself like they want you to, stop and think: is it because you've done something wrong or is it actually because they can't face the misery they feel for themselves and have to give it to you instead?
I spent some time hating myself because someone else made me feel like I should. Now I'm thinking it was because they were afraid to admit that they only loathed themselves.
Tell me what you think.
Comments
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Hm....I so relate to this right now .
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I like this alot. You show much understanding of what drove your tormenter. Many abusers and other bullies take out their rage on others. Kudos on an insightful, well written poem.
Mike
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Thankees.
I try to understand people a lot more these days, what really drives them, their motives, how they react. It helps me to grasp a lot of what has happened to me and other people, and continues to happen.
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