It doesn't matter the way I look
If the people around Me makes me feel unseen and broke
People that makes me feel I am the worst
Spelling words that burn as if they are volcano's flames
Making marks on the back of my mind
Leaving scars never healed and still bleeding
Reminding me of the way I lack instead of the way I am beautiful and neatly
Humming songs of hate and disgust day and night
I just want them to keep their mouth shut and sealed
I don't need to be stamped and to their words kneel and beg
Would screaming to them will change the outcome?
Would hiding beneath the rocks of their hate will make their shadows less long!
Or will make it more tall and dark!
I am tired of people telling me what I should do instead of complimenting the way I do other good things
They make me don't want to be seen, heard or even speak
They make me afraid of being judged or exposed
Is it my fault that I am always planted myself in reeking rivers, dry lands and wasted gardens?
Is it my fault that I keep giving them the force to wind my beautiful petals away?
Or they are victims too!
To their less loved being
Were they bullied too?
Were they hated and blamed too?
Do they hold scars and wounds I can't see!
I don't want to know actually!
I am now ruminating the faults I did, like giving excuses to the beasts that ate my love, beauty and torn the seeds of good deeds I planted when I was innocent and didn't understand the hate they used to water my human being!
It doesn't matter the way you look
If you make yourself feel ugly and undeserving
If you keep holding on to the scars bleeding in the back of your mind
It doesn't matter the cover of your book
If the words inside are hurtful and displeasing!
How do You relate to this?
Have you been hurt before by what others might have said with good or bad intentions?
Are you healed now?