I Don't Like

I don't like the noise that comes into my space,
I don't like the sights that can bring down my face.
I don't like my hair or my nose that's too long,
I don't like to talk 'cause the words are all wrong.
I don't like the fries if they're soggy to hold,
I don't like them wilted, and salty and cold.
I don't like the time that's been taking a hike,
I don't like not trading the times I don't like.
I love these things I don't like when you're here,
 I'll gripe when the things I don't like reappear.