I really do hate myself, so much is wrong with me.
Why can’t I just act the way that you want me to be?
Why do I do those little things that make you so mad,
is it that I am dumb or in some way am I bad?

I try not to annoy you so but somehow always do,
then I keep on ’til you are mad before I am through.
I did not mean to drop your beer but somehow I did,
I know that I deserved that slap in front of the kid.

Supper was almost ready, the roast just took too long
you did not mean to hurt me, it is just that you’re strong,
and when I walked in front of you during the big game,
I did deserve that beating and I still feel the shame.

Why is it that I seem to always rub the wrong way,
when I know that you are tired after a long day,
and when I said no to lovins that was a surprise,
I know you did not mean to blacken both of my eyes.

I will explain the broken ribs as falling down stairs,
it’s not like the doctor or any one really cares.
I’m sure I can set my own broken arm once again,
no need to go the doctor just to stop the pain.

Sure got you mad when I wasn’t home cause of a flat,
you beat me until at last you broke the baseball bat.
Why I keep on doing these things, I just can not see,
I really do hate myself, so much is wrong with me.

If you do not stop it you are helping support it,
if you ever see physical abuse report it.

I really do hate myself, there is much wrong with me,
why can’t I just act the way that you want me to?
The world sees me as a quiet and confident man,
I’m one that knows where he is going and has a plan.

It is all one giant fabrication, a big lie.
Only you see the real me with a knowing eye,
I am not worth the clothes that am wearing today
and it is something that you are very quick to say.

I can not make enough money to get what you want,
it is just one thing that for me is a constant haunt.
You show me that I am not worth your time or your care,
most the time you don’t even seem to know that I there.

I try my best to please you, but nothing ever works,
and I drive you crazy with my bad habits and quirks.
You even point out that I am very bad in bed,
even though I have all the books and do what they said.

Why do you even keep one worthless as me around?
You only walk on me like I am dirt on the ground.
I was always good at so many different things,
but every one of your words of loathing still stings.

I must be a good liar though to fool all I know,
you are always there to control my ego though,
reminding me I am as worthless as I can be.
I really do hate myself, there is so much wrong with me.

If you do not stop it you are helping support it,
if you ever see emotional abuse report it.