Look at Me

Look at me.

I haven’t changed.

I am not a disgrace,

nor a disappointment or an embarrassment.


Remember that time, a long time ago,

when I went up to a random couple.

I was going on and on,

about the Burmese python.

I told them how big it can get

and what it eats.


I am still the little girl who knows too much about any animal.

I am still the little girl who spends too much time in the pool.

I haven’t changed.


Look at me.

Look at my golden curls and dark brown eyes.

Look at my stubby legs and big feet.

Look at my thin lips and small nose.

I haven’t changed.


I told you my secret.

I hoped you would accept me.

I told you I was gay.


I expected too much,

I suppose.


You told me I wasn't the same.

You told me that I couldn’t be like this.

But I haven’t changed.


I wanted you to change.

You told me you didn’t love me.

You told me you haven’t changed.

And I guess you are right you haven’t,

you never did love me.


And so

I left because I realized you couldn’t give me what I needed.

I needed love.

This poem is about: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741