You Said You Don't Like Me.
Am I Supposed to Cry?
You don't like what I eat,
Or,
My weight.
You hate my attitude,
Thank you very much,
I'd say it creates my solitude!
You hate my hair,
But I think it gives me flair;
Don't like my skirt?
Why should I care?
You hate the way I flirt,
Excuse me?
I don't need your say,
You don't like my jokes,
I'm glad they give you a scare!
You said I get over-excited,
And that,
My life is too dramatic,
You can't stand the way I walk,
or,
Talk;
But hey, weirdo!
At me, Everybody stares.
You said you don't like me,
Am I supposed to cry?
At least I love being me,
And for that;
I don't need your why.
About the Creator
Carol Ann Townend
I'm a writer who doesn't believe in sticking with one niche.
My book Please Stay! is out now
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I'm a lady who loves writing, reading, music, singing, and life!
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