I don't hate people.
I think everyone is beautiful in their own way,
No matter what they think or say
That could never be changed.
But, I guess I do hate someone
And that someone is me.
I'm not pretty,
I'm not nice,
And I can't do anything right
I have all A's, accept that one C that drives me crazy
I guess i can accept anyone,
No matter how much I disagree with them,
No matter how annoying they are,
I can't stay mad.
After all, we're all human,
So why judge?
The acceptation to my acceptance is, again, me.
Someone doesn't talk to me?
You annoying piece of shit.
I don't deserve human contact,
They hate me.
You're a literal piece of trash
It's funny in that way isn't it?
Even the most beautifully lit candle
Might not think it shines bright at all.
You may call that person crazy,
But you don't think for a second
That you can be wrong about yourself
Of course, I'm still not pretty,
I annoy people,
I make a fool of myself,
I hardly have any friends
I'm a huge burden
But that doesn't mean I am always right about myself