The girl I stare at in the reflection isn't pretty.
She's got crooked teeth.
She's got hairy eyebrows.
She's got a fat body.
She's hard to look at.
She's never been genuinely complimented.
Nobody looks at her for the same reason I don't; she's ugly.
No boys look at her. They look at her friends. I don't blame them.
Even I can't look at her.
When I look at her I can't help but look away
I don't want to be her, she's not me if that makes sense.Authors note: again please don't hate but I would love constructive criticism, because I literally just got into poetry if that's what this is lol. I know this is cringe btw you don't need to tell me.
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PoesíaTW: MENTIONS OF EATING (I don't want to say eds bc Idk if what I said what did into that if you get what I mean but beware.) Idk what this is, might be counted as poetry or just writing Idk but I just wanted to write this.