I hate it.

You tell me to change, Why should I change? You barely even know anything about me. You say you know me, and that's bullshit. I hate the way I look, the way I walk. I hate that I get too attached to someone who rubs it off. I hate that I'm too sensitive, to just a yelling. I hate that I'm disappointing you, every day, even if I don't mean it at all. I laugh during the day, I cry at night, But even when I'm thinking of you, it's just hard to fight. I hate the way I'm starving myself, Even though No one would really care. I hate the way you leave me on seen, Then the next day say you don't believe me. Why are you doing that? You're just hurting me. I hate going to school, knowing I'm just a fool. I hate when the teacher assignes the seats, And people just walk away from me. I hate it. I really do. But no one ever asks me "What's wrong with you?". Because all I would say is "Nothing", then start crying so suddenly. I hate it so much, when I cry myself thinking of you in my arms. It's just a dream, I need to wake up.