I grab my hoodie, I stand in the mirror.
"Why?" I ask myself, yet ik the answer, I always have known. I repeat myself again. "Why?". I want a new answer, one that ppl would actually believe, but I know wht it'll always be. "Your ugly" "ewww stay away from me" "your such a creep!" "Look at that loser". " why?, why me?" I suffer from the words bottled in my head, I cry myself to sleep, I think things I shouldn't be. I act happy, I smile, I laugh, I make ppl believe there's nothing wrong with me?. But there's everything wrong with me, I'm not who anyone wants me to be, I'm this broken piece, the piece that doesn't fit to anything. The piece that gets discarded when it's worthless. Ik my place, I js wish, yes wish, I was different, the different everyone loves. And wants me to be

© Tasha