I would hate me too

I would hate the way

I talk a lot

When I’m with people

Who I like

I would hate my constant

Chattering

So much

That I’d leave me me on read too

I would hate the way

They say the eyes

Are the windows to the soul

Stained glass

Of brown and green and blue

I look into her eyes

The eyes that match the color

My face is a mix of my parents'

I have my dad's eyes

And hair

I have my moms features

And skin tone

But it all pulled together

To make my face

My face with brown hair and eyes

Pink lips