You’re too young to hate the world.
That’s what they keep on saying,
over and over again; trying to reason
with me, trying to convince me that
this hatred inside of me is
absurd and irrelevant.
But, apparently, I’m not too young
to have my innocence stolen
from me before I was old enough
to even understand what
was happening to me.
I’m not too young to take a blade
to my skin in attempt to bleed
out all of my demons.
I’m not too young to pump myself
full of medication to numb
myself not only from the pain,
but from the happiness too.
I’m not too young to count calories
and hate myself every time I take
another bite.
I’m not too young to look in
the mirror and hate what I
see because I’ll never be
beautiful like the women in
the magazines;
I’m not too young to be deemed
unworthy because I don’t act,
talk, and look a cetain way;
the way that is deemed
by society.
But, I am too young
to hate the world.
(DS)
