A poem about how I am not am not proud of myself

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I’m Not Proud of Who I Am

In the poems that are similar to this one
It may seem that I am trying to make my parents look bad
Like they are not understanding people
And like they are monsters
But they are not

They are very understanding people
And they have both always been good to me
It’s just that I am not proud
Of the kind of person I have been lately

I’m selfish
I don’t think about anyone or anything
But myself and what I want or what I am feeling
I’m annoying and irritating
I do things that irritate, aggravate and upset people
And put people in a bad mood
I’m rude
As I wake up people at night
Biting my hand and screaming
I am sad all the time
Unable to make myself happy
And to make others happy
I am only able to make people miserable
And make them suffer with my bad behavior
I am very unpleasant to be around with all of this

I blame myself, my autism and my PMS for it
As it seems to fluctuate from very light to very heavy
And I inflict people with my PMS
With my horrible autistic behavior
And it also might be not having enough
Antidepressants in my body

I wish someone would teach me
How to get rid of the qualities I mentioned
How to be a better person
And how to be a pleasant, decent, unselfish, loving,
Caring, polite, admirable, likable, lovable and genuine person
I would pray to God to make me those things

I relate to this SO much. Actually, I think you just cheered me up with this poem.