I cannot seem to shake that
insecure fat face out of my
She is ugly.
She is stupid.
She is fat.
She is smelly.
She is me.
She is me during 5th grade, trying
to fit in, yet whatever I do seems
to send children running away.
As I look at this young boy I cannot
help but picture my ugly fat face in
5th grade being tortured, being
constantly told that I am nothing.
As I look at this handsome young boy, I
cannot imagine why he likes me when I
was that smelly girl that people stood fifteen
feet away from.
As I look at this intelligent, handsome young
boy, I cannot fathom why he wants to date the
girl whose pants in fifth grade gave off a mildewy
smell and whose pants wrinkles made my teachers
question my home life.
As I look at this young boy, I want him to leave,
before the teasing begins again.
I see some beautiful girls chattering and laughing away.
I would not be surprised if they were gossiping