Her

About what you think of herself.

I hate you.
                  You are that person I said many times the word

no.

You see me daily in the mirror.
You suck it in.
You don't like my red sweater.

It's all about
                          you.

What if I liked you?

Would you be confused?

You only want me to be
                                      happy...

right?

Forget you. That is what the world says.
But...

They aren't the ones who mean it.
                                                      It's me who does.
Me. Me. Me.