Really. (Contest Entry)

What I really, really hate
Is that I really, really don't
Hate anything about myself -
I just can't own my faults
Because they really, really love me
And they really let it show
And I think it'd really hurt them
To find I'm not the girl they know.
'Cause I really, really try hard
To act all undeserving,
And I really, really try
To come off as morally unswerving
But I'm really, really a hypocrite
And I'm really, really good
At playing off the negatives
And being what I should
Becuase, in stark reality,
I'm really not that great
And, in my reality,
I do things I claim to hate.
I really, really don't mind
Sprouting a casual lie
And I'm really, really not opposed
To taking a drink sometimes
And it's really, really likely
That I'll talk behind your back
And there's a really, really good chance
They'll never know that I'm off track.
Yes, I really, really hate
That I can't hate myself at all
'Cause God knows I deserve it,
And my pride needs a quick fall.