Epiphany?

Burning, Churning in the pit of my stomach Nails bit down to the core. Stand back as I exult my insecurities, Hopeless, hapless bitter whore... Overindulge to fill the void Choke down the tears, Dodge all the spears Lay me down, I am Destroyed Cursed from Birth Broken, ill-spoken Open to change, and disaster. In the circus of my mind, I am my own Ring Master. Dance, Dance. Prance, Prance Fall and break yourself... Get up and try it all again, Persecute myself. Eternal Debate, Lingering Hate! one day I will be better, One day I will be okay. Constant inner battle, monologue with me... I am happy with myself, ...Its just that I HATE ME! !!!