We if broken bones hurt more than the names of the names that they called me I GOT CALLED THEM ALL

So I grew up believing no one would call in love with me. That id be lonely forever. That I would never feel like the sun was something that somebody polished for me day by day

So I would try to empty my heart strings so I felt NOTHING. Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone

I was friends with this girl and the first day of trade three I was called UGLY. I had to move to the back of the class and bite my arm to release my overwhelming anger

The school halls were a battle ground and I found myself outnumbered. Day after wretched day I wanted to stay inside for recess because outside was worse

To this day. I still don't think I am worthy because of what everybody said about me. Despite an army of invisible friends calling me an inspiration, I feel like a letdown. I've always looked up to the underdogs because I saw myself in them. Not the ones who defied expectation, but the ones who broke down and stopped trying.