The other day I got called ugly,
By a friend jokingly.
My face turned red,
And my heart snapped.
Even if it was a joke,
I still believe I am.
Don't try and touch me,
And say it was a joke.
I'll push you away,
And stay mad for the day.
In my mind,
It's all I think I am.
I'm tired of people joking,
And saying I'm ugly.
My mom has a nickname for me,
And guess what it is.
Ugly.
I don't care that it's a joke,
It hurts so much.
It hurts more knowing its my friends,
Who joke more about me being ugly,
Than calling me pretty.
Maybe I'm over reacting,
And maybe it's just my mind.
The joke still hurts,
'Cause in my mind,
When I look into a mirror,
All I can hear is that word,
Ugly.

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Just some poetry
PoesíaPoems collected from the jumbled up thoughts inside my brain.