I don’t like me.
I hate my body.
I loathe my mannerisms.
I want to be different.
I want to be anyone else but me.
I can’t stand being around me.
My company makes me cringe.
You may find it horrible to hear me talk about myself this way.
It is the truth; I dislike, no, I despise, no, I hate me!
I don’t want to be a hypocrite about it.
I am never kind to me.
I keep breaking the promises I make me.
I am a bore; I don’t play any more.
I am always angry, sour, and bitter.
I spew my bile on unfortunate bystanders.
These innocent bystanders find themselves in the middle of my dispute with myself.
I am tired of me.
Hmm……! Wait a minute!
Am I missing something here?
If I don’t love me as I am, then who will?
I know myself more than anyone ever will.
I might as well have to learn to get along with me.
Maybe, oh, perhaps I will eventually love me.