For as long as I can remember,

my best friend was me.

Until I started to turn on myself,

feeling trapped rather than free.

I felt ugly and worthless

inside and out.

Being stuck in my head

made me want to shout.

Every day the pain grew,

blossoming into hatred and fear.

I just wanted to be accepted

and find a purpose to be here.

I thought I was alone,

the only one who felt this way.

I considered ending my life

almost every day.

Since then,

I've grown to like the girl I see.

I may not be my own best friend,

but at least now I like me.