I don’t like me

Looking for love in validation

Submitting to manipulation

Contemplating suicidal ideation

I guess I just don’t really like myself.

Projecting a facade of inspiration

While I’m viewing thin-spiration

Lost in your words of desperation

I guess I just don’t really like myself.

Running away from my aspirations

Guilt and shame manifest as a forceful penetration

In my heart

My eyes fill with precipitation

I guess I just don’t really like myself.

Longing for affection

Only receiving erections

From those who are an infection

To my soul

I guess I just don’t really like myself.

Clouded by misdirection

Constantly in a hard position

Neglecting my ambitions

I just don’t like myself.