When I wake for school,
I don't forget the razor, near my bed.
I put it safe away from the eyes that could see.
A deep breath is taken, may it be the last.
Walking down the hallways,
That is filled with horror.
No one says my name,
Because no one knows i am here,
and they could careless if i was.
I go into the bathroom,
I look into the mirror.
Ugh. I see that ugly face of mine.
I locked myself in the bathroom.
Take out the razor out of my bag
And now i am sitting on the toliet
Slitting my flesh away.
As girls walk in,
I look through the cracks,
Pretty faces and skin
Oh, how i wish to be beautiful like them
But i can't from what i have heard about me.
I am the ugliest duckling to ever lived
I am an ugly 13 year old with no self esteem.
The bell has rang
The blood is clean,
But leaking through the black shirt,
That hides under the black sweater
School has started
Pencils and Erasers are being used
as the laughter of teens fills the room
Until i said "Excuse me, may i use the bathroom?"
as the teachers nod yes.
Silence was all around
and now i am back in the bathroom,
repeating my daily routine.
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Written April 30th, 2006
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I remember what it was like being 13, and it's filled with self doubt for all of us. You know what I did t help? I looked for something that I enjoyed doing & thought that I was good at...to help build my confidence. For me it was writing & art. Even if others didn't agree that I was good at those two things, I enjoyed them & they really made me feel better. Perhaps if you find something that makes you feel good (like writing?) and focus on it.....it will help you build your confidence a bit. Anyway, you have a great way with words. You really draw the reader in.
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this is a deep poem and when i was at school i had 2 deal with the same issues. im sure u r pretty and u dont ave 2 worry bout wat ppl think.
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