When I was in 5th grade I hated myself.
I didn’t know why,
and I don’t remember why,
I still hate myself.
But now I know why,
and now I remember why.
My hight is too tall.
My shoulders are too broad.
My feet are too big.
My chest is too hairy,
and too small.
I have things I don’t want,
and I want things I don’t have.