Beautiful
Beautiful
You always said I was beautiful.
And grin on the sight of me.
But lately all I hear is,
Disgust and contempt.
Whenever I am in your presences.
You chide and mock my looks and body.
Knowing you use to caress and ponder on them.
I never wear the rght clothes,
Or say whatever just to please you.
I am always judged,
By the women you see on the way.
But in the end,
I am the butt in your jokes and chastise.
Because I am lacking in certain departments.
I have tried to be the image.
Just to make you happy.
But I started losing pieces of myself.
And the words were not going away.
There was always something new,
You weren't satisfied about.
And mock the tears coming down my eyes.
You always said I was beautiful.
But i must believe it for myself.
I am letting you go to your own world.
Cause, I have to save my life and sanity.
copyright fsully 2007
This poem was written by fabiola sully on Nov 10, 2007.
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