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gone

A Poem by Christine
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I hate myself and I want to fly
           away from me.
Gone beneath the insolent frown 
         and the grimacing eyes.
The doughy body, the tangled hair.

The red of rotteny maggoty spoilage.

I hate the anger,
    Furious and bubbling, fast rising
slow cooling.

I hate the irrationality,
     child-like simplicity,
the child-like complexity.

I hate my pettiness.
first one, then the other.

I hate my envy,
green and growing.
expanding like multiplying bacteria.

I wish I could detach myself.
New face, new place. New soul
Not a commodity.

I hate myself and 
                           I wish
       I could
                 fly
                   far
                      far
                         away
a new me.

© 2011 Christine


Author's Note

Christine
this isn't supposed to sound good.
this is me. I don't mind if you rip it apart :]

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Added on January 16, 2011
Last Updated on September 21, 2011
Tags: nonfiction, poetry, dislike, selfhate

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Christine
Christine

Seattle, WA



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