Avoiding mirrors and hiding away,
Is what I do,
Every year, week and day.
I used to mope around and silently pray,
The words they spoke to me,
Everything they would say.
Pathetic, disgusting ugly freak
Were the words they would often speak
I felt scared, hopeless and weak
Look at girl, So very bleak
A trauma that had been caused by people of my own kind,
People who weren’t very kind.
What joy did they find in
Hurting people from behind?
Why couldn’t they keep other’s feelings in mind?
When I look into a mirror, I still hear them say
You’re a hopeless one,
Are you still in the middle of a fray?
You’ll forever s