i hate u

I see the way you look at me,

your eyes looking at me whilst i stand there bare,

i can’t tell whether it’s disgust or… something else

i would rather it be disgust, I tell myself,

because at least i know,

i become a little more conscious of the way you look at me,

i hate myself,

when i start to feel okay with myself, comfortable, accepting

do you hate me too?

are you grateful that you’re not like this?

–  i can’t help but wonder, H.E