I hate my enormous nose that takes up the majority of my complexion.
I hate my squeaky sneeze that demands too much attention.
I hate my unruly hair, all its tangles and curls in every direction.
I hate my un-plucked eyebrows that put imbalance in my expression.
I hate my crooked front tooth that creates a major flaw towards perfection.
There are so many problems here that could be the cause of my dejection.
But what I really hate has nothing to do with my appearance
Instead it’s more about your interference
Somehow I always let it prevent my perseverance
And only you know of my disappearance
I hate my inability to speak up when I have something to say.
I hate my fear to sing the songs that carry me away.
I hate my shy exterior and unwillingness to play.
I hate my confused mind that doesn’t know which way.
I hate my “fuck it” attitude that doesn’t gain friends who stay.
I hate my insanity that makes me reluctant to obey.
Why is it that not a single person can understand my dismay?
But what I really hate is you
You are the one who made me think it true
I never thought this way before
Until you slashed me down once more
I was a strong person, believe me
But one too many pierces deceived me
Imagine
Learning no one cares
Learning no one’s there
Your spirit can’t take the pain
And you run away again
Trying to find out who you are
Afraid the answer might scar
But still you try to prevail
Hoping the person behind the mask won’t fail
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