I strongly dislike the way I talk

And the way I have a lisp.

I strongly dislike the way I can’t drive,

And I disklike I can’t eat shrimp.

I strongly dislike that my feet are way too big

And the way bounce when I walk.

I strongly dislike myself to the point of starvation,

Although I’m not much skinnier, not at all.

I dislike how I’m never right,

I dislike when I lie.

I strongly dislike the way I laugh,

Even worse is how I cry.

I dislike when nobody is around

And the fact I always feel alone.

But mostly, I strongly dislike how I shouldn’t dislike myself,

Not close, or even a little bit at all.

History likes to repeat itself
But sometimes it likes to change
The curve in the river
Will start going straight
And the walls on the castle
Are now crumbling down

But then a new river is formed
And a new wall is built
And history starts all over again

Maybe it does repeat itself