try

I really try my best,

I couldn't say that about anything else.

You probably don't think much about it,

But I do.

And I hate.

I hate myself for being the way I am,

Despite so many people loving me for it?

I hate myself and I can't stop.

It's like this subtle feeling inside,

Existing forever as a flame that can't be extinguished.

It's there and I can't stop it,

Not with simple thoughts and truths.

Not with reassurance that it is, in fact,

Wrong.

Not by telling myself 

"it isn't true."

It exists.

It always will.

Reviews

[Serendipity Planet]

Honest piece of writing , I love how you expressed yourself here , not always what other thinks about us is how we see ourself , you voice was heard here