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Kayla Joiner May 2016
It Hurts

They call me fat.
It hurts.
They seem to not realize that.
They call me ugly.
It hurts.
But still I act all bubbly.
They call me dumb.
It hurts.
But I’m already numb.
They call me a freak.
It hurts.
What do they seek?
They call me weak.
It hurts.
Because I’m too scared to speak.
They call me worthless.
It hurts.
They are merciless.
It hurts.
Kayla Joiner May 2016
Change

I was a mountain of anxiety.
I remember trying to hide from the challenges life brought.
I heard of the tragedies people went through.
I saw life pass by.
I worried that I would always be alone.
I thought that there was no hope for me.
But, I want to change.
I am a tower of shyness.
I think that people don’t like me.
I need to find my voice.
I try to be social.
I feel helpless.
I forgive myself for trying to be someone I wasn’t.
Now I can change.
I will try harder.
I choose to be different.
I dream of seeing the world.
I hope to find happiness.
I predict a wonderful life.
I know life will be worth it.
I will change.

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