DPRSSD

𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧

I saw the girl who's always wearing lame clothes
I saw her face which had lots of pimples and acne
I told her that she's not attractive yet she's disgusting
Not worthy of care and attention from any human being
I told her she could commit suicide for she is just very embarassing
I told her that she is just a dissapointment
I said everything, all the hurtful words she could possibly hear
I told her that she's ugly, that she's the creature that is mistakenly created
I told her that she doesn't deserve to live here on earth
I laughed at her, shouted at her, making her feel that she's not fair and beautiful
Wearing those baggy jeans and ugly fabric of clothes
Messy hair and not even fixing herself is the most funny thing about her
I told her that her life must be so miserable
I told her that she's a failure, that she doesn't deserve any hint of success
I told her that she's not important and not needed
I told her that she doesn't deserve any love or even respect
While pointing a finger at her,
While laughing at her dissapointing face–I stopped
A tear fell down to my cheeks
Realizing that I was standing infront of a mirror,
That the woman I was pertaining to–was myself.
It was me all along