Self hatred

A sensitive being

With a still, calm exterior

A flooded interior

Plagued by somber skies

The heart is gentle

It cares and forgives

Riddled with holes,

Every emotion runs out

A cancer resides however,

For one being:

A hate like no other

Hate for itself

It eats away

Darkening spots

Destroying others

It feasts off the soul

It creeps through the blood

Poisons the mind

Scars the body

Destroys the soul

It grows to a raging inferno

Boiling red and fierce

Consuming all in its path

Till only ash remains

It does not disturb the visible

Only works underneath

Where none

But the heart can see

The plague hurts

But it feels right

At home

Where it's meant to be

Where it will remain

Till death does it part