Self love Self identity
Why everytime I pass my reflection the quiet question is asked,Why cant I love myself?
For it's not my weight and stretch marks that come with,
for i love and see beauty in others who are heavier.
Yet i find comfort hiding behind XL sweaters.
For it's not my face, I’ve studied it in the mirror and saw its beauty, saw a face worth love.
With its soft edges and deep eyes.
Yet i want to burn every photo of me.
For it's not my inability to love,
ask friends of mine, they'll say i drown them with sheer amounts of unadulterated affection.
Maybe the answer is that,
I don't understand myself.
I see, feel my emotions and self identity as a loud TV static pouring down from my eyes and mouth.
With me desperately trying to catch each drop, to understand what it means.
for humans are known of having hatred for things they don't understand.
I can't love myself, if i don't understand myself.
But how can i possibly understand myself?
This static has been pouring for years and I’m starting to drown,
the thick liquid in my throat is choking me.Jul 18, 2021
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