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Thoughts about Myself
My life is pathetic.
I make myself sick.
Everyone tells me what a wonderful person they see.
Then I think, How? How could this be?
I am so full of this self-hate.
I hate myself with intensity too high to rate.
I know that there are a few people I can impress.
However, when I try to please some people things just become a mess.
No matter how hard I try I feel that I am not good enough, and I should not exist.
I guess you could say that I am a perfectionist.
I know the way I think about myself is wrong.
But, I don't know if I'll be able to change because I've felt this way for so long.
I know the thoughts I have about myself are strange.
I can only hope that some day I will change.
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