You call me stupid. I admit I am no nerd. You call me worthless, but I am still worth your words. Wasting so much time calling me names. All these names have one thing incomon they are here to leave my confused and undecided. Today I was described with different words no one has used. He said "pretty" I said ugly. He said "beautiful" if you describe the gum on the bottom of your shoe beautiful then yes I am. I couldn't believe a word he said because I've been use to being called names. So stuck in my head. I've learned to love what Im not. Learned to hate what I see in the mirror. I am like a book. You are only judging by the cover. You haven't looked though the pages to see the story unfold. You haven't seen the words inside that have yet been told. If you look inside you will see a story of struggle. Add a pinch of depression three spoonfuls of pain and a cup of anxiety and you have me. All those ingredients are things that define me. I bet you could fine more. Look at my flaws and your words start to pour. In this book you only judge by the cover. If you were to read it you will see;you will find all the names you called me.
