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I liked who I was once.

That time seems so long ago,

I barely noticed

When I became someone else.



I used to be resilient.

Now, I’m a shell,

Cracking at even one cross word.



I had been self-sufficient

Because other people would

Always find a way to reject me.



Now, I’m dependent on others

Although they still disappoint,

And I’m just as miserable.



In time, they are all gone.

And I’m left alone

Hating myself more than

Everyone else.



But I could not explain

Why I hated myself.

After all, no one else had.



I wasn’t an evil person

Or even ugly in appearance

Or character.



I guess I was merely reluctant

To love myself because

That would make be open

To another’s love and

I couldn’t risk being hurt again.



But I will. I will love

What’s left me and build on it

Until I am nothing but loveable.