I love me (part 2)

I know my jokes are not funny,
I can see that they are lame,
But I have never said I was humorous,
but at least they’re humble and tame.
Sometimes I laugh at things too much,
even when they are not that amusing,
And the way I talk in my puzzles
and riddles must be quite confusing.
Sorry that I can’t make you laugh,
even as hard as I try,
And that I laugh at the silliest things,
without even knowing just why.

I’m sorry that I’m not like everyone else
, that I’m so madly diverse,
But I am truly a decent person,
despite fates twisted curse.
I know my hair is in knots,
my fashion sense is crazy,
And that my mind is jumbled up
and my heart is kind of hazy.
But underneath the looks,
I show is a sweet and kind young child,
Whose heart and soul are pure and good,
and whose mind is well and mild.

I’m sorry I’m such a pig
and that I eat so much cuisine,
And it’s usually the fatty and sugary kind,
not the natural green.
I know I chuck it in my mouth,
I barely think of the effect,
That it’ll have on my body;
its wellbeing I neglect.
If my over-eating upsets you,
I’m sorry that’s how it’ll be,
Because I don’t believe in starving myself,
I’ll eat when I’m hungry.

I hate the way I think of things;
like the mater of attention,
People can do once what I do every day
and still get much more affection.
And I get jealous at times
and begin to envy them all,
The way they quickly get strong
after every little fall.
After battling for two years,
and seeing them move on is just hours,
Drains me of my hope,
And all strength and powers.

I know I can be so lazy,
and hate doing things for myself,
I’d always much rather pass jobs I hate,
off to anybody else.
And sometimes I can’t even be bothered,
to stand up off the floor,
And do the dishes, clean my room
or even close the door.
My sluggishness is really bad,
but I never try to change,
Because I’m too lazy to adjust my rules,
too slothful to show my range.

My anger sometimes gets out of control
and I fall into the rage,
Lose my sense and swear and yell,
my serenity just turns the page.
And I know I have fallen into ‘kill mode’
many more times than I should,
But I have never killed anyone,
so I guess I handle it good.
But I do yell a little too much,
usually at undeserving friends,
But this is how I have always been,
hopefully it’ll come to its ends.

Sometimes I may be a little bit too proud,
maybe even vain,
I obsess over clothes, my hair and my looks,
I must be such a pain,
I hate all my flaws and stare in the mirror,
wishing someone thought I was pretty,
Because I need gratitude to accept my looks,
even though I know I’m quite witty.
And I say “what’s inside is what counts”
then admire the looks of the next person I see,
But even though I hate my flaws and faults
I truly do love me