My Wish

I am tired of looking in the mirror and despising what I see.
I am tired of turning away because I can't seem to love me.
I wish I could see just half of what others claim to see.
Oh how I wish that I didn't hate me.

I'm tired of hiding from everyone I meet.
I'm tired of pretending to be someone other than me.
I wish I had the courage to set my soul free.
Oh how I wish that I didn't hate me.

I am disgusted by how needy I always seem to be.
I deplore how annoying I sound in the moments when I hear me.
I wish I was strong enough to rescue myself from me.
Oh how I wish that I didn't hate me.

I can't stomach how I am ruled by my insecurities.
I'm exhausted of always being cowardly.
I wish I could see the beauty in me that you see.
Oh how I wish that I didn't hate me.

One day I pray to see a fraction of what you see.
Maybe then I will finally start to love me.
I want to be strong and fierce and to believe.
Maybe by then I won't hate me.