Part 1: The way you look.

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It doesn't matter the way I look

If the people around Me  makes me feel unseen and broke

People that makes me feel I am the worst

Spelling words that burn as if they are volcano's flames

Making marks on the back of my mind

Leaving scars never healed and still bleeding

Reminding me of the way I lack instead of the way I am beautiful and neatly

Humming songs of hate and disgust day and night

I just want them to keep their mouth shut and sealed

I don't need to be stamped and to their words kneel and beg

Would screaming to them will change the outcome?

Would hiding beneath the rocks of their hate will make their shadows less long!

Or will make it more tall and dark!

I am tired of people telling me what I should do instead of complimenting the way I do other good things

They make me don't want to be seen, heard or even speak

They make me afraid of being judged or exposed

Is it my fault that I am always planted myself in reeking rivers, dry lands and wasted gardens?

Is it my fault that I keep giving them the force to wind my beautiful petals away?

Or they are victims too!

To their less loved being

Were they bullied too?

Were they hated and blamed too?

Do they hold scars and wounds I can't see!

I don't want to know actually!

I am now ruminating the faults I did, like giving excuses to the beasts that ate my love, beauty and torn the seeds of good deeds I planted when I was innocent and didn't understand the hate they used to water my human being!

It doesn't matter the way you look

If you make yourself feel ugly and undeserving

If you keep holding on to the scars bleeding in the back of your mind

It doesn't matter the cover of your book

If the words inside are hurtful and displeasing!

If the words inside are hurtful and displeasing!

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How do You relate to this?

Have you been hurt before by what others might have said with good or bad intentions?

Are you healed now?

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