I hate my stupid poker face that won’t show people how i feel,
because I’ve spent my life telling people “I’m fine”, it’s natural for me to conceal.
I hate the fact I’m 6 foot one, not normal and not tall,
And I can’t buy anything cool in my size till the sales in the spring and fall.
I hate being allergic to half the menu in any decent restaurant,
You’ll get bored with the places i can eat and i can’t take you where you want.
I hate my awkward eyebrows
I hate my stupid grin
I hate the way i nod my head
I hate that it makes people think I listen
I hate the way anything that’s ever gone wrong never leaves my head.
I hate the fact my mind is too full for positives instead.
I hate the fact you’ll never know that guy who met your eye,
Because all the things I hate about me stopped me from coming over and saying “Hi”