This isn't poetry. This is free verse.

What I hate about me.
My crybaby attitiude.
My whimpy defense with myself and my emotions.
My way of overlooking simple things.
My way of talking to some people I love.
My hair.
My body.
My ankles.
My scars.
My stretch marks.
My mother and my childhood.
the way I overreact to the tiniest things, and break down and cry.
the way I overthink.
Dissappointing you.
Hurting you.
Making you upset.

The things i love about me.
My creativity.
My determination.
My singing.
My acting.
My dancing.
My big heart.
My face.
My lips.
My taste in books, music, and art.
You.
My life.
How I fight for what I think is right, even til the
bitter end.
Being able to hear your voice.
My handwriting.
My stinginess with money...most of the time.
The way I smell.
How I sleep.
How I walk.
How I hold a pen/pencil/your hand.
My eye for detail.
How I hug.
How I cry.
How I dress.

Things I want to change.
How I overthink things
How I look
How I can stop disappointing you, making you mad...

Things I'd never change.
How you love me
How I love you
How we're friends
How I make friends
How I laugh
How I like to make lists but never read them again.