Bite Me

What do you mean, you don't like my hair? It's your opinion, but do you think I care? The note you left on the mirror today, full of hate, and misery, a mistake I pray. I tried to be the woman of your dreams, But nothing seems good enough it seems. The snide remarks you seem to bait, About my face, my job, my weight. My thighs, my chin, my eyes, clothes worn. All became the subject of your scorn. I've finally had enough... I plea, Accept me As Is, or just Bite Me!