The Voices

By Emma   

I get dressed before school,
"That shirt is too revealing"
I sit down at the lunch table,
"Don't you realize no one likes that you sit here"
I get a test back,
"Why didn't you do better"
I strike out,
"Why didn't you swing, anyone could tell that was a strike"
I fill my plate for dinner,
"Maybe you shouldn't eat that much, you're gaining weight"
I spend another Friday night at home,
"Why aren't you out"
I am frowning,
"Cheer up, you have everything you could possibly want"

I'm frowning because according to you...
I'm a slut
I'm not liked
I'm dumb
I'm a bad athlete
And I'm a loser

The worst part is
I'm the voice telling me so

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