Love Poems & Poetry

I know that I’m not pretty. (I never said I was).
There’s no need to insult me, I’ve heard it more than once.

I know that I’m disgusting. I see myself each day.
I really have heard everything – these harsh things people say.

I know my nose is crooked and my teeth aren’t very straight.
I know I’m fat and ugly, but I guess that’s how I’m made.

I know these things already. It’s not like I forget.
You might have your opinion, but have we even met?

Try to base your comments on the things you really know.
I cry myself to sleep each night but you won’t know that, though.

The harsh things people say to me aren’t things I’ve never seen
The harsh things people say to me are cruel, hurtful and mean.

Try to be compassionate and act as though you care.
The people you harass each day might find it hard to bear.

Remember I’m a human, too. I’m fragile and alone.
And somebody when I’ve killed myself, the blame will be your own.

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