Here I am,

I'm tall and weird,

Drawing and writing,

Actually trying,

Why is this me?

Why do I have to be,

The one I despise?

Weird hair and strange feet,

Why am I so wrong?

Why does everyone see me like that?

Is what I want to know,

Is it all my fault?

And how does it change?

Will it ever change?

Or am I stuck being the one I hate?

The one you hate?