I Hate Myself

I cannot look in the  mirror because it hurts me so

I am ugly, you don’t need to tell me, I know.

Every day is a trial,I want to stay in my room

Cover all the mirrors, close the curtains I feel safer in the gloom.

You don’t need t be so mean,

Pointing out my faults and making a scene.

Why do always have to shout,

I get it, I am always wrong, you leave me in no doubt.

I wish that you would just go away

In my room safe I’d always stay.

You don’t have to hate me so

I hate myself enough so why don’t you just go!

The Blood is flowing faster now

From the cuts I did earlier, deep , deep and how

God it  finally feels I  have the upper hand.

You don’t need to hate me . I HATE MYSELF, do you understand.

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The above poem was inspired  by carrotykate  she very kindly allowed me to use this wonderful illustration. Do visit her page it is wonderful. 

Glastonbury Virgins

Music floating in the air

Music, people smells and sounds everywhere .

A horrendous queue for the loo

A plethora of things to see and  do.

 

 

A smiley girl  hardly anything on dances in her wellies

She and her mates are having fun they have all got new piercings on their bellies!

A little toddler run’s a rye  his dad is watching closely from near by.

His mum is having a henna tattoo, it’s really is just the thing to do,something I would love to try.

 

The lads all  had a little too much to drink last night

The length of the loo queue does nothing for their plight

But a bacon and egg burger will soon have them right.

They’ve spotted the Artic Monkey’s they’re off and running ………. their hangovers have taken flight

 

The sun is up the sky is blue there is so much to see and do

The first time is always the best everything is bright and new.

Plip  plop is that rain, wellies on  any one got a brolly

Na…. Oh well what the hell it’s Glastonbury!!

Do you remember Glastonbury

Do you remember that year Mum

The year I decided I was getting too old Mum

The year the Mud came too

I remember that year Mum do you ?

 

Yes it took ages to dry the tent a week or more

I made you strip before you set foot inside the door

I never salvaged those jeans son they were too far gone!

But you had fun son!

 

Do you remember that year I went over the wall Mum

We all had to help each other,  that guy after me was huge Mum

It was awesome in all that crowed I found my mates

We had a great year that time we toured the hippy tents

 

Yes I remember your arm the bruises son

That guy must of been heavy  but you helped him up and over that fence son

I worried about you hitch hiking all that way on you own

You were so full of it , the music your mates , the booze I was glad when you got home!

 

Do you remember the other year I said I was getting too old Mum

I did not want my car stuck in the mud again and I didn’t fancy sleeping rough in a tent Mum

A decent flight somewhere hot , I might still do the Isle of White though

But Glastonbury was getting to big and commercial and  t0o many kids seem to go!

 

Yes I remember that day son

It made me feel old son

You  where a really grown up man after all those years

Yup I admit I shed  a few tears !

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