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I feel like this especially captures part of the person I'm thinking about... thank you!

This part is especially moving to me...

No, just for myself... I've been thinking about the relationship between loathing others and self-loathing a lot lately. And no, not my own self-loathing or loathing toward others, but about someone in my life. It's like he's stuck inside a glass prison, looking out and wanting things from people, but hits the glass wall when he reaches for what he wants, can't touch it so then loathes what he sees, only to crack his own glass walls when he does so, and if those walls crack and fall away completely he has nothing -- no sense of self, just an emptiness he cannot tolerate.

Wow Doc, that's sad and sweet, thanks.

Can anyone here compose a poem about loathing, self-loathing or both? I'd love to read some...