Why am i such an idiot?
Why am i such a spaz?
Why do i trip every other step I take?
Why can't I get used to my own legs?
Why do I always say the wrong thing
at the wrong time?
Why am I so tall
and akward?
Why can't I answer that friggin math question?
Why do i fell so alone
Why do I hate myself?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You shouldn't hate yourself because of those things. It all changes some time in life.