I don't like myself. I'm not up to par. I'm just a speck in the galaxy, While everyone else is a star. I don't see myself in ten years, I don't see myself in three. I am nothing to remember, For I am just me. I don't want to be myself. I want to be sane, But I know that will never happen, I'll always remain the same. I confuse myself, Because I don't want to change.
I don't like myself, but I'll always be me. I have to accept it, For me to finally see. I was put here for a reason, and a reason will come my way. I may not be "living", But I'm surviving every day.
I may not like myself, But I'll be there through thick and thin. Soon, one day, I'll pass away, and see I was my best friend.
Note: This was for a school assignment in which we had to describe ourselves. It's one of my earliest poems.