I loathe how I'm never good enough.
I wish there was talent I could buy.
I hate the way I burden people.
I hate that I've made people cry.
I really don't like the way I've gotten fat.
I want to kiss this extra weight good bye.
I don't like the sound of my voice on tape.
It sounds like I'm a guy.
I sort of like being an introvert.
It's possible to be friendly and shy.
I am okay with the fact that I like to work.
I have my expectations that I can't let die.
I like how I can make people laugh.
Their happiness is pleasing to the eye.
I really like how many people support me.
They're a reason why I try.
I am fond of the way I'm the artsy one and
My close ones are on the science side.
I love the fact that I'm here today most of all.
My ups and downs are what continues me to be who I am.
As well as to roll with the punches
And just keep flying high.
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