I Don't Like Mustard

I don’t like mustard

Yet I still ate my sandwich.

I don’t like how it tastes

Tangy and salty enough

To make me cry.

I don’t like a lot of things;

Like how I procrastinate,

My mind wanders off

Into the forest

That is my mind.

I don’t like it when I’m stressed.

Everything caves in

And I lose myself

In a chasm

Of my own creation.

I don’t like how unruly my room is,

Yet I do nothing

To change it.

I don’t like how I YELL

At anyone

It scares me, to sound like Him.

I don’t like how I am always told to quiet down,

Even when I try to make a point.

I don’t like how I’m told

That everyone is accepted,

Yet I still am outcasted.

I don’t like when people say my name

Wrong.

Makes me want to change it

...But I love it too much.

I don’t like when people assume

Because that’s why I can’t make friends...

I don’t like myself

But I know I should.

They tell me to like myself

Sometimes I can.

I don’t like when the ugly monster comes out

Her name is Doubt

She tends to make me feel

Inadequate.

I don’t like her the most.

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But I still don’t like mustard