You always have something ready
To try to tear me down.
You never fail to transform my hopeful smile
Into a conspicuous, indelible frown.
You gawk at my failing test grade
With your hundred in your hand.
”Why are you so stupid? you ask.
It’s this treatment that I cannot stand.
After staring at my worst enemy this morning,
Otherwise known as the mirror,
”Why are you so ugly?” you inquire.
This does not make my self-image clearer.
After trying so hard to starve myself,
I reluctantly step onto the gymnasium scale.
”Why are you so fat?” you wonder.
My remaining strength seems to go frail.
”You’re not good enough for this world,” you spit at me.
And I’ll admit: it hurts.
But all I do is remind myself
That I am enough, and seek out life’s hidden perks.