I go through life with hate for  myself.

I then rememer the coments i have about my eyes.

One is hazle the other is half hazle half brown.

I think i may never  find the person of my dreams.

Then i remember how my friends feel.

They always say I am beautiful the way i am.

I think i am a real jerk, but i have friends that love me.

I might think i am stupid,

People ask me for help.

I beleave that i can't keep friends,

one i have been close to sence preschool.

I love my life I am who I am. 

Evan if i have no one else there is still

me, myself, and I.