I LOVE MYSELF
I get up in the morning, look into the mirror, smile, and say
I love myself.
I put on my favorite dress and let my hair down on my
Shoulders.
I walk into school and bump into someone, they reply by
Saying, “Lose some weight and stop blocking the hallway, ”.
I walk away and whisper,as quiet as a mouse, I
Love Myself.
At the end of the day, I walk out of the school and
There is a group of girls waiting for me with snide remarks.
They tell me, “Try makeup or a paper bag, your
Clothes are hideous.” I say, “Why does it matter,” and walk away.
They say sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will
Never hurt me.
I beg to differ, words hurt more than my pain of the cuts
On my wrists.
I sit on my bedroom floor watching blood gush out of
My arm.
I stand up, wipe my tears, and say into the mirror, to a girl
I once knew, that I loved myself one last time before everything turns black.
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