What do they see when they look at me?
Do they see the acne and scars that cover my face?
Do they see my stomach that I suck in to hide?
Do they see the curls that frame my tired eyes?
Do they see the hair that covers my legs like fur?
Or do they just see a girl wearing jeans and a t-shirt?
Do they see the scars that my childhood playing left behind?
Do they see the pain that my smile hides?
No, they don't see that pain because I've hidden it so well
that even when I don't smile no one questions why.
No one sees the tears because I run off to hide.
I hate the way they point out my stomach in a skin-tight dress.
I hate the way I have to hide in layers to avoid distress.
I hate the way my mother says,"It doesn't fit you right, go change."
That sentence hurts me more than I can ever say.
Because society has made us care too much
about how we look and what we wear
It doesn't matter if we feel good in it
because someone will always judge.
But should NEVER hurt this much.
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Poems
PoetryThis some poems I wrote my self so I decided to share you. Please note that updates will be rare.Enjoy!
