"Hey, are you okay?"
Yeah. Just tired.
Tired of painting a fake smile over my acne covered face.
Tired of being insecure about my eyebrows, teeth, and all of the above.
I'm tired of going to school and sitting with my only friend. She's all I have there.
When she doesn't show at school, I'm scared.
Scared that those self inflated bitches will sit near by, watch and laugh as I eat alone.
Laugh at my uncontrollably curly and frizzy hair.
Laugh at my awkward smile,
How I keep to myself and make sure to always be alert; Alert.
Alert for those boys.
Those dammed boys.
You know, the ones with the perfect hair and the award winning smile.
God dammit,those boys.
The ones that ask me out as a prank, break my trust.
The ones that grab at my body, and comment on my ass.
It's truly sickening.
I used to have people to protect me, fight right beside me in this aching battle that's been non-stop for 4 years.
They where some of the best people I've ever met, or so I thought.
Now, I'm not one to name those who've wounded me, as I've been brought up to forgive and forget.
But they will forever know who they are and what they have done to earn a spot in my damaged heart.
