I lie in bed at night, desperately trapped within my own skin

wanting nothing more than to claw myself out

they say the body is a temple, but mine is a dungeon

and the key has long since been tossed down the well

my self hatered is a putrid bile coursing through mu veins alongside platelets and red blood cells

I taste its sourness inside my tongue

eroding my teeth and soul

the alien concept of self acceptance is as elusive and distant as the newborn scrub jays outside my window

slicing away at my skin brings nothing but more disgust

because no matter how hard I try to escape

I'm

stuck

in 

here 

forever