Ew. Gross. Disgusting. Is that really what I look like?
I know I shouldn’t speak to myself that way,
but it doesn’t stop me from doing it.
I walk through the halls looking down,
hoping that no one will look at me
noticing the speck on my face that is somehow only visible to me.
I make all these friends but I am still so alone.
there is no one to talk to,
no one else is going through this.
I will convince myself that I’m fine,
I will ignore my tears
and pretend there is nothing wrong with me
Why? Because there’s not supposed to be, I’m only a teen.