I'm not

I'm not great

I'm not perfect

I'm actually not even close

I'm not skinny

or super model pretty

I'm not super self confident

I can't run 6 miles in a day

I can't watch sad movies without crying

I have a pretty bad memory

I'm not normal

I'm not cookie cutter

I'm not boring

I'm me.

And I Hate You

Because everyday I think of him, her, it...

whatever.

And it's all your fault.

Because I didn't want it,

and it happened anyway.

Because you broke me down,

and washed me away.

There's not much left anymore.

Last year I wanted to die,

now I just wish you would.