Hating Myself

Why do I hate myself?
Why do I try?
Could it be my health?
Why do I cry?
Should there be war
Or peace within and throughout?
Why am I sore
From all of this doubt?

So many questions,
Not enough answers.,
So many infections
Yet not enough gestures.
I wish I may
With all my might
To fix the way
I am tonight.

I may be weird.
I may be uncool.
But as days turn into years,
You'll still be in school.
Haven't you heard
About that nerdy girl?
She graduated despite of your words.
The one with blond locks that waved and curled.

She's a doctor now,
Though from all of your tormenting She wonders of how.
You may have ruined her life,
But now you're not lucky enough To get a frog as a wife.

Now do you see of what you do to me?
Of how you make me cry?
Through all of your taunting and flirting
I can see right through those shallow, cold eyes.
Your playing with my emotions
And as far as I can see,
You're the ocean
And I'm the boat set out on sea.

I'll try to stop doing this
Hating myself throughout my life
And maybe I'll get my wish
To stop being the bee in your hive.
Maybe you'll see me right
Through those dull, lifeless eyes.
Maybe you'll stop stalking me in my dreams
And keep away from my nightmares.