Love Letter to Poetry 2

Sun, 09/13/2015 - 07:03 -- Alexie
Have you ever felt ashamed?
Ashamed that you're stupid or you DID something stupid.
Well, I'm ashamed for being fat.
For every M&M I ate,
For every bite of chip.
I'm ashamed.
And it's not okay.
It's not okay that I have to sweat everytime I walk back home to my house.
It's not okay that I easily get tired just by walking up the stairs.
And it's not okay seeing my high school crush with the sexiest girl in school.
Nah, that's just adolescence, I guess.
But as time pass, waiting for puberty to kick in, I realize that,
I'm still fat.
It never happened.
I'm still disgusting.
"A stouted, short pig." said the girls from swimming class
And the more they call me that, the more I felt ashamed.
I had no friends.
Mom's always busy with the bills and work.
As for my father, well, he never came home.
I was lonely.
Alone and ashamed.
But light flashed before my eyes like cliched movie,
(trust me it happens) 
I fell in love.
And he was not that talkative type guy.
he was not perfect too, but 
he showed me how to express my feelings 
through words, speeches, name it.
he's always there and with a pen and a paper
I can write what i feel to him, and he'll never
judge, he only listens, he only accepts. How wonderful.
I can write anything to him, poems, short stories and he'll love it.
If only he was real.
And if only you could see,
how much I love you, poetry.

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