I want to tell you a story
of the life I’ve had so far
of the friends you hurt me
of the pain marked with a scar

I want to explain what happened to my smile
why it’s been fake for a while

I want to get all these thoughts out of my brain
because they’re causing me so much pain

I hate the figure that I see
standing in front of me

I hate her smile
I hate her eyes
I hate the fact she got herself hurt by guys

I hate her voice
I hate her personality
I hate the fact that she’s not with normality

I hate how she walks
I hate how she acts
I hate the fact that her scars are like cracks

I hate her heart
I hate her mind
I hate the fact that she hides that she’s kind

I hate her so much
every inch of her
I hate that she hides who she once were

But the figure I hate
the one that I see
is no other person
because she is me

I hate myself and what I became
I hate the fact that I hate my name

Not my name but what it means
I hate my name because it’s been through dirt
I hate my name because it makes me hurt

My name is who I am and used to be
and that’s not always a good thing, at least not to me

But I’ll live with this name
I’ll live with it’s pain

Even if it’s making me go insane