I just do

I can't help who I am
And yet I hate me just the same
I hate my thoughts,
They speak too loud.
I hate my name,
The way its spelled.
I hate my voice,
To loud and squeaky.
I hate my eyes,
To dull and brown.
I hate my hair,
It never stays the same.
I hate my weight,
Either over or under,
But never just right.
I hate that I'm short.
I hate that I'm weak.
I even hate the way that I hate myself.
I hate myself, yes.
But I love myself, too.
I love myself because
I just do.
And that reason means more,
Than all the rest.