I hate talking and arguing,

And then being the one who's wrong.

I hate apologising,

For words I've said,

And deeds I've done,

And then to label me,

A menace to society.

I hate losing,

To lucky gits,

Who aren't trying,

Nor failing,

Nor trying again.

I hate hearing someone,

Smarter and better,

Speak at a table,

Where I want to be the centre,

Of everyone's attention.

I hate pretending,

To be happy and angry,

With an opinion,

I'm supposed to listen,

But don't even care about.

I hate my imperfections,

But I like them too.