I hate myself. There, it finally has been said. I'm not saying I want to end it I'm not wishing I were dead. But the fact is, I hate my flaws I hate the way I am I hate the freckles on my nose And I hate my pale blue eyes I hate the way I laugh and smile And I hate my too big thighs I hate that I am always Looking at who is there to see I hate that I'm always afraid Of actually being me I wish that I could be more like her Or I wish I could be like him And I'm always stopping to compare myself To living my life like them. Sometimes I wonder why I'm here And who I'm meant to be And sometimes I get to the point where I'm ready To cease being me. I find myself just thinking What if I died today Would any one even miss me Or would they all be okay Now I know that there is a plan Coming from up above But how I can I see it, how can I feel it If I'm devoid of love? I started out "I hate myself." But I guess that’s not really true I hate the fact that I cant be me Like you have always been you ' I hate that I am not enough And that you can easily forget And let me go and walk away Like we never met. I thought that maybe you were the one And that it was me you'd save But how could I have thought that And gave you everything I gave Cause I am me And you are you And that will never change. You deserve the best of life And clearly that isn't me So I will go and let this earth Of me be finally free. |