Acne I had
My mother called it measles
My brother called them bumps
My sister called them hills
My father ignored it
My grandmother can barely see
I called them flaws.
Glasses I had
My mother tried to use them
My brother tried to break them
My sister tried to hide them
My father bought me them
My grandma has yet to notice
I see another problem.
Skinny I am
My mother calls it a gift
My brother doesn't notice it
My sister is envious
My father prays that I keep it that way
My grandma tries to feed me
I see an insecurity.
Shoes I wanted
My mother couldn't afford them
My brother wore them
My sister didn't care
My father hated them
My grandma is too old for these trends
I saw another blemish.
Unpopularity I had
No one cared
I attempted suicide
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Teen Years
PoezieThe struggle of a teenager just figuring herself out. It's not a pity story. But a look on how life is impacted on the little things everyday.
