I hate my hands, like I'd hate my rapers' hands.
I hate my face, my body, like I'd hate his..
I hate every little peace of myself,
which makes me want to look different,
which makes me want to look different every time again. Yet, I know I can't look different, unless I was somebody else.
It's like painting my raper's hair, changing his clothes.. and would that make a difference?
I hate, and nothing more.