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May 2016 · 2.0k
It Hurts
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.
May 2016 · 252
Change
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.

— The End —