Confliction

I hate my nose,
I hate my hair,
I hate all of the clothes I wear

I hate how I'm different,
I hate how I'm tall,
I hate how lately I haven't cared about anything at all

I hate the way I look,
I hate the way I act,
I hate how sometimes I'm too quick to react

I hate my small eyes,
I hate how my skins so fair,
I hate the fact that I even care

I hate my body,
I hate my smile,
I hate that I've felt this pain for a while

But...

I love my imagination,
I love how I have big dreams,
Sometimes I love so much that I don't know what it means

I love my family,
I love my friends,
I love how maybe soon, my nightmare can end

Theres so many things going on in my mind and I don't know how to deal
It's a toss-up, a conflict, of the emotions that I feel