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.