A/N:
Haaay ;)
I've been watching a lot of Glee lately so feel free to talk to me about it (KLAINE THO)
But don't worry this is Phan
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Insult after insult. Don't they ever get tired of it?
All of them, nasty words that I used to think weren't true, but now i'm not so sure.
All except one.
You don't talk, you just stand at the back of your friends. But I still see you. I still see your piercing blue eyes and jet black hair.
I spent so long thinking that everytime they'd insult me, you'd feel bad since you never said said a word.
But whenever they peer pressure you into saying something spiteful to me (or so how I like to think of it) for some reason it hurts the most from you.
You, your friends tease me, annoy me, make fun of me.
Just because i'm different.
Yeah I don't have many friends.
But so what? Are you angry at change? Or maybe afraid?
I just want to fit in, by be myself. I guess you can't achieve both.
I'm recovering, secretly.
Every cruel insult your friends and sometimes you spit at me, leaves a scar on my skin that I can never remove.
But I believe in myself. I'm not as bad as before.
And i'm trying.
No i'm not ugly, or useless, or pathetic.
Just watch.
One day i'll be so much better than you.
And boy with black eyes and blue eyes?
I'm gonna make you proud.
I'd love for you to see that none of their words hurt me, and you didn't have to worry.
I mean sure it hurts when you insult me and laugh, but I see the hurt in your own eyes.
Your idiotic friends don't, but I do.
Some stuff I know about myself that your friends don't have to remind me all the time.
I know I walk funny.
I know I look a bit weird.
And I know I have dirt mud hair.
Sometimes I even feel embarassed by it, how pathetic I must look in front of you. Especially when I start crying.
But then I remember that I don't give a fuck.
And I like how I weird.
I like my dirt mud hair.
And I fucking love my weird face.
Because you know what?
It's one of a kind.
I'm sure there are tons of patato shaped bushy eyebrow assholes just like your friends.
Just watch Phil, i'll prove to you that i'm okay.
That I can handle it.
I was over the moon when I finally learnt your name, it's like we became closer somehow.
But sometimes I wondered if you feel so bad, why can't you ever stop it for yourself?
No offence, but your friends are gonna be shitholes with no self-respect. So basically the same.
But you won't be.
So when I am in an arts company, persuing my dream, i'm sure you will b persuing yours Phil.
But Phil, one day at work, I saw a beautiful man with jet black hair and sparkling blue eyes approach me.
Asking me to draw him.
So I did, and he began to compliment me so much whilst drawing him, saying stuff that made me blush and my heart skip a beat.
'You are amazing'
'Your face is so pretty'
'Your walk is cute'
'Your hair colour is so beautiful'
And when I asked the man why all the lovely flattering compliments, he replied:
"I'm trying to tell you what I was really thinking back then,
when they said that stuff to you and truthfully, you haven't changed one bit."
A/N:
Not my most proudest work in my opinion.
Idk i don't really like this fic much. :/
xx
