SELF-HATE
There were many things that
were bothering me.
Some were of beliefs and some were of disbeliefs.
Some were implicit and some were explicit in kind.
To hide the truth, I build an empire which ultimately buried me.
Might If I've said it, I would've saved myself from burying in it.
Instead of saying, it stayed inside my head.
I started hating my own reflection, I started hiding my own face.
I became wicked for myself.
I tortured myself by being obsessive about it, instead of let loose and having fun.
I was blindfolded by layers of lies that I felt were true.
Those lies were my hate towards me, were my guilts about the things which I did which I thought to be wrong and still did it because I became habitual of it.
It wasn't actually that wrong as I thought it to be but concealing it causes the real destruction within me.
My lies started cutting my throat and my voice eventually died.
I tried to run way from it, but that made me even more closer to it.
I said something else, did something else, I felt guilty about it.
It began to overpowered me, controlled me, in a manic way.
It filth started staining me and I became Impure.
I looked around with a vision that I was wrong and everybody around me, the greatest.
I made me felt inferior about me, an honest fact.
I got up and walked few distance, and felt weak like I walked a miles away.
I started feeling like a body without soul.
Self hate! I created for myself!
I guess, Its time to stop writing because I can write thousands pages on it.
PIC : Feb, 2017