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.