Just Alittle Poetry

Voice Poem

Being in High School 

"Do I look okay?"

I look in the mirror, glancing at all the acne on my face.

To others it's a few spots here and there, but to me I see all of it.

The blackheads that pepper my nose, the red spots on my chin.

And when I look at my friends, I see clear faces; no acne.

"Oh well..."

I get to school and worry if my t-shirt and jeans make me look like trash.

All the other girls aren't wearing t-shirts...

Walking down the hall, I see all these beautiful girls and think,

"I won't ever look that pretty..."

Lunch comes along and my friends and I are eating.

I look up and see him walking towards our table.

And I'm happy, I forget all my worries.

I jumped up and gave him a hug.

And for once today I feel better about myself.

A hug was all I needed.

"I am beautiful."