hatred – a poet's confessional

selfish

i don’t understand if i am being selfish as i write these words in the end they are all about me complaining about myself and others i am being selfish and it a terrible thing a terrible emotion that makes me hate myself selfish, yet again

paradox

when others come to me crying and seeking motivation to even exist i become someone else for them i care for them i comfort them i say all of the right words but when i try to comfort myself there is no comfort only resentment and hatred