Daughter Dressed in Bows

"You're perfect" she says to the daughter dressed in bows.

"I'm perfect" the dancing child crows.

"You're beautiful" he says to his little girl.

"I'm beautiful," she grins and gives him a twirl.

"You're weird," they say to the child on her own.

"I'm weird," repeats the girl, sitting all alone.

"You're fat," they yell at the girl with the cake.

"I'm fat," declares the girl, refusing food intake.

"You're stupid," to the teen, the mean girls chant.

"I'm stupid," she tries to forget them but she can't.

"You're repulsive," scoffs the boy, with the sparkling eyes.

"I'm repulsive," she sobs into the cuts she'll now disguise.

"You're annoying," mutters the friend, angry as she leaves.

"I'm annoying," the young helpless daughter believes.

"You're worthless," he spits, when he can't get inside her.

"I'm worthless," she cries, as she tests her tolerance to fire.

"You're pathetic," they say to the girl void of hope.

"I'm pathetic," states the girl as she ties the rope.

"You're flawless," cries the mother to her daughters grave.

"You were flawless," corrects the father, trying to be brave.