My thoughts.

I think that

If you could read my mind,

You’d be tears.

My mind is a dark place.

You’d see all

My thoughts.

The ones that tell me I’m worthless,

That echo of the words

You told me.

The reverberations

Of fat, ugly, stupid.

I’m just that freak,

The fag,

The emo.

I’m a dyke,

Obese,

Pathetic.

I’m sorry to share this with you.

Actually,

No.

I’m not.

Because when you tell me these words,

They burn

Behind my eyelids.

I see them all the time.

Fuck you.