I hate being me

I hate it when I cry

When my tears fall silently like quiet rain

and it leaves a small water stain

on what used to be perfect paper

I hate it when I can't cry

when there is a large pit in my empty stomach

and I can't do anything about it

but sit and watch the flashbacks play

before my dry eyes

I hate it when I'm happy

when I yell out the nearest thing on my curious mind

and embarress myself so badly that I just want to hide

When I talk to loudly or blurt out at random times

I'd rather just be quiet and sad.

I guess I just hate it when I'm me.