Some days I like myself,
Tell all the haters they’re wrong,
Walked around feeling proud of myself,
Happy as if I’ve never made a mistake.

Other days I feel like everyone hates me,
I remember the last and I think of all the times I’ve messed up,
Overthinking everything I’ve ever said,
If someone keeps staring at me I think they must hate me and find me weird,
Why should my own mind hate who I am?
© Mads