And...

I hate Rhyme.
I want to be a better person;To be integral and honest;
But I'm not.

I'm sick of feeling unwanted
and of having my appearance matter,
And of the way I have to be nice to
Everyone
Because my conscience said so.

I wish I could learn to say no,
and discipline myself,
And work harder to get the grades I sometimes despair of getting,
But wishes don't come true.

So, I must work hard,
and find myself, although I am
Lost in a fog of doubt.
And I need to turn my angry writing of
Frozen dreams
Into a re-animation of life.

And I would do all of this immediately
If I wasn't so scared of
Rejection.