I’m sad im mad and sore
Im sick and tired of the names from next door
All the kids call me different names
they say i’m fat
Four eyes
Ugly Stupid
And many other mean things
When i look in the mirror I dont see the person they talk about
I see a beautiful young blossoming lady
A thin
Beautiful
Smart
Teenager
But they dont see it through my eyes they see it through theirs
The sad part is I have to go back to those mean word
Scraping and Tearing at me
I’m not any of those things they say
Im just trying to be me
I dont have all the fancy clothes
And i dont wish that i did
I only Wish I colud just
Be me without
Anyone
Judging
Me