I may not be beautiful on the outside.
I may appear as a freak of nature.
I might create horror-inducing images.
But you have to look past that.
See my personality,
my very sense of being.
All the times you've called me names,
did you not see I still had a smile?
Did you not see me enduring your
thoughtless words, your
senseless actions.
You've hit me.
Beaten me.
Weathered me away into
a pile of depressed ash.
And for what?
Your own amusement?
Your need to down someone so you feel
better about yourself.
Call yourself sick.
Call yourself twisted.
Not me. I'm not the one
who's stabbing everyone in the back.
SOrry, more vent. I'm rather tired of being called all of these things at school, and now that I've been thinking about it, I feel down and sad about it. ._.


