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Hatred Therapy
Hate me, loathe me, scream at me
My just deserts, please hear my plea
my open skin my gift to you
Anger, shame and bitterness too.
My soul is dark beyond disgust
To give me hate is more than just.
A worthless girl, pathetic fits
An ugly heart that's torn to bits.
So hate me, loathe me, scream at me
It makes me right at home with thee.
Kick and push and scream and shove,
It hurts much less than all this love.
This is a very interesting poem. I think of your soul screaming to be heard, but your mind and body stifling it because you're afraid to let go and be exposed. Yet, eventually, you'll forced to be yourself as we all are and this gives me a feeling of unity instead of your implied isolation.