this person

I don't like this person well at least the outer shell of who i used to be i don't like this person who it turns out is me i don't like the way she sounds of the way she yells as if she just hit the ground even though she tries she tries to turn her life around i don't like the glimmer in her eye each time she hears a siren sound but i see her every time i turn around i don't like this person i guess im saying i don’t like me oh i wish i could become the person i wish that i could be i wish this person wasn't me but it seems to be reality so must i tell you time and time again i don't know this person she is not my friend and frankly i think it's time for this to end but let me say again i don’t like this person i won’t like her to the very end and