I look in the mirror and hate what I see,
How should one like a person as ugly as me?
I listen to my voice and hate every sound;
Don't want to speak when there's somebody around.
I think of my behaviour and hate what I do;
I wish I could act normal but I don't know how to.
I remember old friends and hate they are gone;
Hate the fact that I let them go and didn't hold on.
I think of my loved ones and hate that they worry;
Didn't want to be one more problem, I am so sorry.
I see those old photos and hate what I became,
What went wrong with the happy child inside this frame?
I look at my arms and hate every line I drew,
Now I can't even hide that I'm feeling so blue.
I read what I've written and hate every word,
'Cause I don't want them to know that I'm feeling like dirt.
I think of my existence and hate to be here,
Where can I leave? I want to disappear!
I have those thoughts and I hate each one of if,
Why can't I learn to accept myself, at least a little bit?