No More Hiding

Opinions.

A boy who normally thought too much of himself,

And a girl who normally thought when she would be good enough to eat again.

And for some strange reason,

Hell must've frozen over,

The world must've stopped,

Because today?

Today she felt a bit nice.

A bit,
Dare I say it?

Pretty.

But that was before the words,

T h o s e
             D a m n
                          W o r d s

Were spoken by him and laughed at, enforced, by his entourage:

"Her?"

He juts a pasty finger in her direction, and then looks back over to his loud friends. He shakes his head, black curls falling against his forehead which he by instinct, pushes out of his eyes.

A loud laugh, which sounds more like a wicked cackle climbs through his vocal cords before escaping out his mouth and running to her ears. The sound screams at her, echoing throughout her mind.

His next words do the same thing, but louder.

Scarier.

And hits closer to home and inside her intentionally starved body to her weakly defensed heart.

"I mean, no. Just no. I would never - look at her! No, I'm serious, just look. At. Her," another laugh, but this one sounds humorless to her. More mean, ruthless.

Her face drains of color.

"I would never date that. She's the ugliest fucking thing I've ever fucking seen, man!" She watches through the sudden wave of insecurities as he grins, shaking his head at his friends. They push each other around jokingly.

"Ugliest fucking thing I've ever seen," he parrots.

.. Like the first time wasn't enough to completely shred whatever "pretty" she felt.

It's sad how our judgement of ourselves can lay so heavily on others.

And how unaware and careless they are about it.

-D.