I Simply Hate Being Me

I tried to pay her a compliment But the message came out all wrong I tried singing my own words of love But I plagiarized his song I keep looking into the mirror But my future doesn’t look much clearer I’m repeating the mistakes from my past My enemies all seem to be laughing last How can it be … I simply hate being me? How can it be … I simply hate being me? I tired to help an old lady across the street But she hit me with her purse I try being the best man I can be But I don’t think I could get much worse I keep looking into the mirror But my destination isn’t any nearer I want to be a big success But I keep on failing the entrance test How can it be … I simply hate being me? How can it be … I simply hate being me? I want to give the world all this love I have But hate keeps stepping into my way Tomorrow always looks so great to me But I am stuck in yesterday I keep looking into the mirror Objects are larger than they appear I want to make something of my life But the Grim Reaper is getting near How can it be … I simply hate being me? How can it be … I simply hate being me? NOTE: Don't read too much into this poem. This is simply a verse that I was singing in my head while taking a shower. If I could write music, you would love the beat.