Maybe you hate the way I smiled

Or the way I laughed.

Maybe you loved those things

And it drove you mad.

Maybe you hated the way I get excited

Over the littlest things

Maybe you hated the way

I change moods rapidly.

Maybe I was too clingy

Or maybe I didn't care enough

Maybe it was the every part of me

You hated, and not one little piece

But I am who I am

And I'll always be me.