Self-Loathing

I let out a sigh,
reach for my toothbrush
and look me in the eye.
"You're a piece of shit," I breathe.
Trying to conceive
of something that isn't passing me by.
"Why can't you be anything worthy of something worthwhile?"
I blink
and I'm forty-three.
All these years spent with me
and you're still dissatisfied.
I'm disgusted by your selfish pride.
You string people along
and God knows why they want you.
You have the mental capacity of a toothpick,
and all you exhale is poison.
I'm spitting now
and with my saliva mingles bile brought from my gut at the thought of you.
I hate you.
But I am you.
We walk with the same feet and see with the same eyes.
I have been banished to this life
with you inside.
I watch what you say
what you do
what you feel
and I want nothing to do with you.
I want to be ripped from myself
and become nothing.
It would be better if we were just left alone.