words spoken

Why do you speak to me that way?

With such hate,

malice

and disdain.

Do you despise me?

Do I disappoint you?

Your words

sting,

cut me

to the core,

the wound deep,

the pain unbearable.

Did I do something wrong?

Am I not good enough?

Please

tell me

what

I need to

do,

for you

to speak to me

with love.

Your words

are spoken

from

my mouth

your words

are

my words.

Why do I speak to

myself

with such

loathing?

When did I

stop

loving myself?

Accepting myself?

Seeing myself

worthy

of love?

When will I speak

to myself

again

with the words

of love?