Someone Else

Days like these

it’s hard for me to be at ease

with the girl in the mirror.

Self-hated consumes me.

Convinced everyone else agrees

that I lack value.

Days like these

I beg my maker, “please

let it be my time to go."

Living in exhaustion

of never having the option

to leave me.

Days like these

I resent my disease

to feel everything so deeply.

Violent disgust with myself

makes me wish I was someone else

then maybe I could accept my reflection.