This much

I hate the way I look.

I hate the way I feel to touch.

I hate the way stupidity rolls of my tounge.

I hate the way my eyes give me away.

I hate that I cry.

I hate being misunderstood.

I hate having to explain myself over and over.

I hate that just because I have my head in the clouds,

people think I'm not grounded.

I hate that I'm not first choice; I'm the participation-prize.

I hate that being a girl is bad.

I hate not being able to show how vulnerable I am.

I hate that I'm not strong.

I hate that I hate myself.

I hate that I hate myself this much.