I hate myself sometimes
The way I think
The way I act
The way I look
The way I wish
My life was a book

I hate my body
And the lack of will power
I have to make it better
I just sit around
Drawing pictures on a letter
Hoping one day
I wake up different
But that'll never happen
Since my laziness is deliberate

I sit around and act a fool
Wishing I could change things
But I'm not even proactive
I guess this is what nothing brings

I'm full of self loathing
It really holds me back
No one will ever want me
So what's the point in that

Maybe if I loved myself
I could find the determination
To fix all my flaws
And make real my imagination

Being a girl *****
There's so much pressure
Put on us
To act a certain way
And walk as if to sway
We're normal ******* people
Wanting to be treated equal

I hate myself
And I know
Happiness depends on me
But what if I just want to flee
Away from here
Rid my mind of fear
And only focus on nature
Rather than on failure