a poem by Belle Webb
Oh, self-loathing, how you hurt us so,
Your poisonous whispers, a never-ending flow,
You tell us we're not good enough, we'll never be,
Our flaws and mistakes, all you make us see.
You make us doubt ourselves, question our worth,
Rob us of joy, steal our mirth,
We believe you, and we suffer in pain,
As you hold us back, with your vicious refrain.
You lead us down a path of destruction and despair,
Convincing us that nobody could ever care,
But we must fight back against your lies,
And find the strength to rise.
We must learn to love ourselves, flaws and all,
And break free from your relentless thrall,
We must embrace who we are, and our imperfections,
And find beauty in our unique reflections.
So, self-loathing, we bid you adieu,
We refuse to listen to your untrue,
We choose self-love, and self-acceptance too,
For it is only then, that we can truly shine through.
Belle Webb🪶©2023
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