I offer this poem and nothing else,
To live in one’s shadow can be cool and warm at the same time.
Livinging in one’s shadow can also be cold and lonely.
Living up to expectations can kill your confidence.
Being transparent but not invisible is empty.
I loathe myself
Like an ache that never leaves you but always stays the same.
Not strong enough to kill you but strong enough to keep you from truly leaving.
Never being you, being someone else’s.
Having your own identity cannot be allowed.
How you hover makes mistakes.
I loathe myself.
Thinking can make things clearer or can puzzle you more.
Gambling with your thoughts is just as dangerous with your life.
The more you begin to understand, the more you can change.
To truly have a crystal clear mind you need to find the problem.
This takes time, time can make things last longer than you would like.
Do I loathe myself?
Going through time with no concept of the past, present and future.
An endless drift through an unknown area forever missing my identity.
Keeping yourself sane just to feel more envy and jealousy
Thanks to you I can clearly see why I am not content.
Now I know what I really loathe, thank you.
I loathe you.
Inspired by “I am offering this poem” by Jimmy Santiago Baca