Why do we look at ourselves

with hatred?

Look in the mirror

and question why we were created

try to smile,

but instead we grimace

beause we hate ourselves

and our stupid image

Why are we so caught up

in loathing our reflection?

Why aren't we looking at each eyelash

with affection?

And it's not all

about our looks

because even our mind

seems to hate us

Our biggest enemy

is inside us

and it keeps saying

we're worthless

we're slowly

killing ourselves

because there's demons

inside our heads

Why would someone love us

when whe're struggling to love ourselves?

Why are we questioning ourselves

when we're all so bloody perfect?

Why is it so, so hard

to focus on what's right?

why can't we just

try?

But that's the thing about questions

With each thing we solve,

there comes another problem

No matter how much we try,

we'll keep asking ourselves

Why