Loathing ones self is part of life
To reach to be better
To want to be more then we already are
To be something that loves itself
No one will give us what we seek
No one will complete us
No one will save us
We are the slaves to our fears
To be alone
To end up like the ones we hate more then ourselves
The only way to unshackle our chains is to keep trudging on.
Show the masters of our lives
we will not bow
We will not cower
We will keep fighting till victory is ours
The only time to give up is when death itself lives in our veins.
Till then we must live with our self loathing
the fears that try to constrain us.
To keep seeking the freedom we value