Self Abuse Poetry

I know
this face I see
blankly reflecting back at me
has always been
an impossibility...

Not conducive exactly
to a sense of mental stability..
Maybe I really do need therapy
though I have learned
from years of crafting
insanely bad poetry
that perhaps this shitty self esteem
is a twisted kind of destiny
that was simply meant to be..

Gonna keep bludgeoning
these frickin inner demons
with a torrent of introspective
totally disconnected words..

No way
these sick bastards
can take
this rambling mess literally..

I sure as Hell don't