Why do you torture me so
Making me cry and saying what I already know
Why do I try and be good enough
I can't do that often, I can't be strong and buff
Why do I listen to your insulting words
Those words that repeat in my head and that being all that can be heard
Why do you ignore, and make me feel like a reject
Why do I want to start over and out my life on reset
Why am I so sad and depressed
Is it the way I look or the way I dress,
Why must I not be cared for
Why am I called ugly stupid and more
YOU ARE READING
depression DISCONTINUED
Poetryjust a set of poems I scribbled down when I could...not much of a writer DISCONTINUED
