I truly need to tell you,
What I have to say,
And please just take a minute,
Don't just laugh and turn away,
I'm hurting here,
I really am,
And what you think is just a silly joke,
Might end up being my very last stand.
Let's start off with my hair,
Yes, I know that it is bad,
But just because it's bushy,
Doesn't mean that I don't give a crap.
I know that this is getting old and dry,
But please, let's just move onto my eyes.
Please don't take a moment's notice,
If they're welling up with tears,
I'm sure you've better things to do,
You have throughout the years,
Than sit and stare and criticize,
My large, green-hazel flaws,
And not realize that your words,
Have deadly, shameful claws.
Yes, I saw my clothes today,
Before I threw my shirt over my head,
But have some patience with what you want,
Now we'll do attitude instead.
I'm annoying, you say?
I whole-heartedly agree,
But only just because of,
What a popular topic it seems to be.
Now onto the shirts and shoes,
The jean shorts and the linings,
My T-shirt is fine,
I even happen to think,
That the Hockey logo on it,
Please shut up as I say,
Don't spend your precious time,
Picking on me,
For my life is much too far away.