She whines a lot
She’s not too smart
She doesn’t have
The kindest heart

She picks on me
It hurts to know
That what she says
Is true, so true

I know when
My hair’s a mess
My clothes don’t match
My acne’s bad

But somehow
She cannot see
Pointing out these things
Really does hurt me

She’d never guess
How much I cry
How my spirit sometimes dies
How I lie awake at night
Trying to fix myself
And make me right

I write these poems
She cannot see
Because I know
She’d laugh at me

When she’s around
I don’t know why
I fake a smile
And play pretend
I laugh along
And roll my eyes
Even though I hurt inside
Broken hearts will always die.