I Hate

I hate the way you make me feel bad about myself.

I hate the way you make me wonder...what if?

What if I was different?

Would you like me if I were taller?

Am I too skinny...am I too fat?

Is it my hair that's all wrong?

Or did the pasty white skin do it?

Would you like me if I were funny?

Or was it seriousness you wanted?


I hate how you make me feel like a nothing. Because I work so hard to confident in myself, to stay healthy and then I'm not good enough. That's hard and it sucks.

I hate that you did this to me.