You hate who you are so you punch those closest to you. You leave out a very important detail which is mental sanity. You don’t feel you deserve love so you cut yourself from the possibility of creating love. You act out of fear. Forcing and fearing. But isn’t it lovely. All alone?

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;  
So many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss isn't a disaster

Lose something everyday. Accept the fluster
of lost keys. the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master

Then practice losing further, losing faster;
places and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster

I lost my mother's watch And look! My lost or,
next-to last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, loved ones. And vaster
some realms. I owned, two rivers, a continent,
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster

-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture 
I have) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though I may look like (write it) like a disaster

    -Elizabeth Bishop