They called me ugly,
I smiled.
They said I'm fat,
I smiled.
They teased me for my skin color,
I smiled.
They always notice that I'm short,
I smiled.
They harassed me
because of freckles and pimples.
I smiled.
They ridiculed me,
for having frizzy hair.
I smiled.
They laughed at the way I dress,
I smiled.
Even the way I laugh and talk,
they criticize me.
Yet I smiled.
And I'll always smile,
even though it hurts inside.
I'll always smile,
even though each and every day
it's becoming real bad.
I'll always smile,
because they wouldn't give a care
even if I cry.
I will continuously smile,
for I know my worth.
I know I am enough.
I know I am beautiful.
And even though it makes me so sad,
I will smile.
And smile, though it's eating my insides.
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Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
