Sit down and think, of all the things you hate,

I bet the way you view yourself is rather a low rate.

For me you see my looks, play rather a large roll,

the always constant criticism surley takes a toll.

The way I see my weight and all, I know is never good,

I citicize and judge myself the way you never should.

You grow up learning from the start who is always there,

but for me you see our relationships, leave tension in the air.

The ones who always love you, no matter what the case,

seem to show me no remorse and hate me to my face.

From telling me they don't love me, to the way they hate my looks,

I often find myself crying, hiding my face behind books.

The ones you're supposed to turn to when everything goes wrong,

taught me how to hate myself, and never to be strong.

This is just a single part of the pyramid of pain,

to be completley honest, it seems to be a game.

I've gone from school to school, strictly to make new friends,

that turn around and stab me in the back, the cycle never ends.

From telling me I'm fat, to the fact that I should die,

I've learned to never love myself, or look myself in the eye.

I look into my dark dark mirror, hanging from the wall,

I stare at that awful person, only to stumble backwards and fall.

Looking in that mirror creates nothing but pain,

maybe a little more I guess, a deep sense of shame.

Although I will forever try to change the way I am,

I think from hate to love is just too far away, DAMN!

I don't think anyone will love me the way that someone could,

I guess all I can do is LOVE MYSELF, the way that someone should.

Growing in a world where everything seems small,

does nothing to my confidence, but roll it like a ball.

Society tells us what's perfect, and what exactlys not,

but who in this world, is the definition of hot?

No one has the answer, nor will anyone, anytime,

the way the world is going, is simple like a crime.

Although I'm not perfect, nor will I ever be,

All I can do is show this world, what it's like to be me.

Hate yourself like me, and you'll go no where pretty quick,

But that's why lifes a choice, so tell me, what's your pick?