I need to sound them out
I can't let them win
But again and again
They remind me
Of who I am
And what I don't want to be
I'm a scarred and broken down
I despise the image of myself
Weak and abused
By society
Of those who I am surrounded and encaved by
Who am I?
I am the color of dirt, so I am dirty
My eyes are huge and bulging so I see clearly
Those around me unaccepting
Making faces because my hair is nappy
I will never fit in and never feel beautiful
Because of those who are oh so critical
I will never be enough
I will never be what you want
But when will I start to love myself?