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I Am What I Hate

A poem about self-discovery.
Unexpressed desires are conscious bound,
Releasing pent-up energy if only for a moment.

My innermost became unclear,
To the point of absurdity - in tangled,
In a web of nothingness.

Forced to satisfy shortcomings,
By overvaluing self-worth,
Creating a never-ending cycle,
Exposing the face of rage.

Hate feeds in abundance,
Revealing its fleeting,
Untamed life force and unyielding nature.

Wallowing in sorrow,
Immersed in self-discovery,
Unveiling that I am what I despise,
I lash out in protest confirming that which I am.
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Published: 1/18/2012
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