Hate

I hate my body and how I'm curved, I hate how I'm insecure. I hate my hair and big brown eyes, I hate the way I wanna wear a disguise. I hate the way my cheeks are fat, I hate the way my thighs look when I sat. I hate the way I sleep and snore, I hate the way I laugh and more. I hate the way every girl looks better, No matter how they dress dispite the whether. I look at myself in the mirror, And ask how I crack the interior. My thighs are fat my cheeks are too, Along with my stomach and jawline too People call me pretty everyday, But I don't see how I'm on display. One thing I like is not for my looks, Is my kindness that gives people happy looks. I hate how I act my friends do too, I know I'm annoying I think so too. I hate how I'm childish and immature, I hate how I get reminded this occurs. I hate how I get told everyday, That I act like a child day by day. But that's okay I know it's true, I just have to change my attitude. And tho it will be hard it will be okay, Because later on people will look at me different everyday. I hate how people take what I say, And turn it against me in the month of May. But that's okay I know I'll feel better, When I'm in heaven sending people a letter.