When I was younger, the only word I was called was ugly,
So when a guy kik me and said I was beautiful, it stunned me,
Because literally every guy that was in my school, joked on me, made me feel unwanted,
Then there was a guy that called me "The Unknown Beautiful"
Even though I didn't know what he meant, I didn't ok offense to that,
Never was I called "Beautiful"
Never was I called "Gorgeous"
Never did I feel l good about myself and love every bit of myself,
Never did I ever smile in the mirror and say "You're so beautiful"
I thought that since they don't love me, then why should I love me ?
When people felt sorry for me, they were trying to I be funny,
Not supportive,
They didn't care about how i feel, nor if I screamed or killed myself,
My classmates ruined me,
A guy called me ugly and I said "That's the nicest thing someone said to me all my life" but I didn't cry, I just look away after that