They must think that I’m deaf or something, that I somehow can’t hear the loud pointed whispers coming from their poisoned mouths, every time they would look in our direction. No, I’m not naïve and yes, I know what I’m getting myself into. I hear every word.
A face that only a mother could love, they’d say.
What’s She doing?, how can she even look at something so hideous?.
All I can think is,
“If only they knew. If only they weren’t so shallow as to see past the surface”.
But that’s all I can do, all that I can think without starting a fight, or asking to be pushed around.
He’s so beautiful,
If only they understood,
What’s under the surface.
Beauty, with the face of a beast,
Strength, if only to appease,
Appease the beaten,
No more than a wheeze.
I wish for change, I guess, more than anything. I wish that the beautiful on the outside didn’t have hearts so hideous on the inside. It must feel dirty, to be that ugly on the inside. To have to cover up your personality with layers of make-up so that you no longer look like yourself. To no longer feel like your inside is showing. That no one can see the real you and know what kind of hideous person you really are. They won’t want to be friends with you then, will they?
Because what kind of school wants their head cheerleader to be a bully?, they can’t afford for the captain of the football team to be kicking the special needs kids behind the gym.
They might lose their jobs, and believe me when I say.
They will ALWAYS put themselves before you.
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