She says sticks and stones might break my bones

But words can never hurt me

She must've never been through what consumes my life everyday.

 

The way they look at me makes me wonder

 Why I've never hated myself.

 

They said I was fat, and suddenly, I didn't know

Why I've ever been okay with my body.

 

The way they think of me

Has become what I think of myself.

 

I am alone

unwanted

despised

unworthy

hopeless

 guilty

 

For what?

It is unknown, even to me.