Am I ugly to you?
Am I really la mas fea?
Don't you think that hurts?
Your words are like hurdling knives.
You know exactly what you're doing.
Your target: my heart.
You think I have feelings
And one day I will break.
Well, you're right.
I just don't show it.
I take it out on myself.
YOU ARE READING
Unimportant thoughts
PoetryThese are my first written poetry. Please comment what you think. Some cussing so WATCH OUT Pics are not mine
