This poem was inspired by a girl named Eva who made me think a little more of the way I feel about myself.
One of the greatest commandments; to love as you love yourself.
Does that mean then that I should treat all as poorly as myself?
If I neither love nor care, for one as close to me as I,
Should that then reflect onto others I pass by?
Should then I loathe each one I pass with a passion felt so deep?
Or dream at night of killing them slowly in their sleep?
Should I look at them through the window and think how bad they are?
Or wish that they would disappear when sitting in the car?
It may seem a little unhealthy, even a little bit strange,
But maybe with time, my feelings for me might change.
I have made a new rule; for I find I'm not easy to love.
I will love everyone more, than I could ever love myself.
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Again with the whole hate myself stuff. I don't want to let my feelings for myself get in the way of me blessing the lives of others.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my sad poetry I've accumulated over the years. I hope that those who read this can relate in some way. My sincerest hope is that it helps people feel less alone. I do not wish to make anyone feel worse than they already are...
