Insecurity

I hate you. Is that how you feel? As nothing seems real. Imagination haunts. Rising agitation taunts. They know your secrets. They know your doubts. The mirror’s your enemy. You’ll never be beautiful. No matter how hard you try. No make-up can fix that. Your teeth are crooked. Your stretch marks show. Your body type isn’t ideal. You’re too fat. You’re too skinny Some may say I’m crazy. Some may say I’m mean. But you’re the only person i hate. And that only person is me.