Friday, 21 January 2020
My friends say that I'm pretty.
I say no.
They ask if I think I'm ugly.
I say no.
I think that I'm fat.
They say no.
I ask "Am I fatter than I was before?"
They say they don't know.
I think I should do more.
"Then do more."
But I don't know how to.
I am a failure.
They say don't say that.
But I feel like a failure.
My friends ask if I'm okay.
I say yes.
They ask me if I'm lying.
I say I don't know.
I don't know if I'm okay, I'm too confused and overwhelmed.
I know that I'm not a failure, I still feel like one.
I want to do more, I'm afraid I won't be good at it.
I know that I'm not fat, but I have been skinnier.
It's not that I'm ugly,
I'm just not pretty.
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Head High
Non-FictionI am eighteen now, and still scared. I haven't always been a scared person, life somehow made me that way at some point. Over the summer I learnt to fight back. I am still scared, but you don't know. Because I have my head held high. And mark my wor...
