My Little Poetry Book

Flaws

I look at my body,
All I see are flaws.
My fat rolls off my sides.
My fake smile with a million lies.

The trail of tears
From my eyes to my chin.
Signaling all the years
I let the demons win.

My height itself.
Way too short.
I swear they constantly tell me.
Go kill yourself you dwarf.

My ugly face.
Is such a disgrace.
I was born at the wrong time.
And in the wrong place.

I sit here and cry.
I honestly don't wanna lie.
All I wanna do.
Is just die.

I can't take this any longer.
And I don't need you to ponder.
I'm not something to be dwelled upon.
Leave me for something better to spend upon.

I'm useless.
Just another mouth to feed.
I'm worthless.
Different from all these people filled with greed.

Why if they wish for expensive cars, it appears in front of them,
But all I wish for is happiness and my chances are very slim.

I know I'm different.
No need to put on a show.
But you don't need to trick me
Under this mistletoe.

You're fake.
I'm not.
You're innocent.
I'm not.

You haven't seen the things that I have.
You haven't been forced to live bad.
In a hard situation.
One after the next.
Maybe one day, I'll be able to relax.