Ugly.
Worthless.
Pathetic.
That's what they call me.
Maybe I am worthless,
maybe I am pathetic, and
maybe I am ugly.
But you know what's uglier?
The way you treat me.
Like I'm nothing
but a speck
of dirt
on
the
ground.
You try to squish my spirit,
but no avail.
Because in this world,
when you're ugly,
you gotta learn
to
be
tough.
As persistent as you are,
you still get nowhere.
And if I'm so worthless,
why do you try so hard to
make
me
upset?
Because every word you say to me,
every time you spit upon me,
you're getting uglier and uglier
than you
say
I
am.
Honestly...
YOU ARE READING
|midnight thoughts|
Poesíaa collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17
