Hate

I hate the way I'm so shattered.
I hate the way every time someone raises their voices at me I break a little bit more in the inside.
I hate the way I'm so weak.
I hate the way I can't cry/
I hate the way I can't stand up after I fall.
I hate being myself.
And I hate me for that.

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