Ugly.
Unwanted.
Unloved.
Failure.
Fat.
Stupid.
These are the labels.

Your markings.
These are the reason that you hang your head in the hall.
That you act like you're not good enough because.
This is what you think makes you you.
You have been told this by sibblings.
Parents.
"Friends".
Neighbors.
The reason for the scars on your wrists.
The reason for your anorexia.
The reason for the tear strokes down your face.
All hope: Lost
Sanity: Gone
Lonlieness: Extreme
Self-Esteem: All-time low
You wish there was someone to love you. To turn your labels into Beautiful,
Wanted,
Loved,
Skinny,
And Genius.
But, your mind gets in the way again. Too good to be true.
The Devil's thoughts in YOUR mind.

But there is one person that has sent you many other people.
The poeple that do think you are Beautiful.
The people that want you.
The people that love you.
The people who think you ARE successful.
The people that think that you ARE skinny.
The people that think you ARE a Genius.
God sent these people. You ARE important. There is a constant battle between heaven and hell for YOUR eternity.
And I just think you need to know, that you ARE all of the things.
You ARE Beautiful,
wanted,
loved,
a success,
skinny,
and a genius.
Most of all, you are strong. You have endured.
Don't Forget That.