Him

This one goes out to all of the girls sitting in the audience
Who have had their heart broken!

Come on! Raise your hands!
Don't be afraid to admit that some guys just deserve to go to Hell!

They don't consider what it feels like,
To be ignored!
To be called stupid!
To be told that we don't matter because we're not pretty enough!

Just because I don't cake enough make-up on to my face to make me look like
A clown doesn't mean that I am not beautiful!
I am not measured by your standards!
I am not like the other girls that you want to be with!

I know that I do not fit it!
I know that I am not what you consider to be beautiful,
But you do not have to rub it in every time you see me!

You call me ugly in your mind every time you avert your eyes!

You say to me that all of the times that I told you you were my friend
And the times that I told you things I was scared to tell anyone else
Doesn't matter!

Every time you decide to ignore me,
You tell me that I might as well just go die,
Because you don't care.

And if you're sitting in audience right now,
If you're watching me stand up here and speak,
Then I hope you know that it's you I'm talking about.

I don't know why,
And I'm not sure I care to,
Because if it's that easy for you to tell a girl she doesn't matter with every breath,
Then I don't want to know you at all!

I am proud of who I am!
I am proud that I can look in the mirror
And not hate what I see staring back at me!
I am proud that I don't need a crutch like make-up to make me think I am beautiful.

am beautiful!

I don't wear lip-gloss and lip-stick to make you think that I am beautiful!
I don't wear make-up to make you notice me!
I don't change what I look like to garner your approval!

I am proud of who I am,
And you cannot change that!

This poem is about: 
Me

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