I hate...

I hate trying to make everyone happy,
Who is trying to make me smile?
I'm walking on eggshells around everybody,
Yet no one cares about cracking mine.

I hate being a nervous person,
Whey can't I just be relaxed?
It would be easier without the damn eggshells,
Crick, Crack, Crack

I hate that I am so self-consious,
Maybe that is why I am so easily cracked.
Deep down my whole body is sobbing,
I want my old self to come back.

I hate that my old self is lost somewhere,
Maybe those things I have given up were a part of me.
I need to find this old self,
So just let me be.