I hate this body that obsesses me,
As I hate this head without charm.
I hate these people that compliments me,
As all those who look at me.
I hate myself for having all these hang-ups,
Without being able to controle them,
even less to stop them.
I hate you for loving me and,
I hate you even more
When you take me in your arms
and it makes me shiver.
How did I get here?
Why so much hurtful feelings in my spirit?
I only see my futur though tears and
When I return towards my past,
It's hardly cheerful.
Help me, stay close to me,
Please, protect me.