When I was in the 5th grade a boy told me I shouldn't smile because my teeth were gross

To this day I still cover my mouth when I laugh among my friends.

In the 7th grade my "friend" told me to keep my shoes on because my feet were ugly

To this day I still refuse to wear sandals outside.

9th grade year I was called a prude because i wouldn't have sex with a popular boy

To this day I still think I made the wrong choice.

This year I went to a party and perhaps...

It was the mix of alcohol and loneliness that caused him to over look my pleaded "no".

To this dayI still have nightmares about it.

It's amazing how fear can make or break us 

And I had no choice but to be broken,

Because I replay the stomach wrenching scenario everytime I close my eyes,

And I will never be able to look in a mirror without thinking

That one day it will break because of a toothy smile,

My feet will never be something I'm comfortable with having,

even if everyone else has the same.

Society tells us to just be ourselves, but what do you do when you is never good enough?