WorthlessStupidUgly

                “Worthless”

What I heard for three years

                “Stupid”

Every night, it was always the same

                “Ugly”

A wolf in father’s clothing

Lying

Hurting

Chipping away parts of me I still can’t get back

Trying too hard to take what can only be given

 

Fast forward eight years

Everything is almost healed

And still I look in the mirror and hear his voice, taunting me

Worthless. Stupid. Ugly. So I hide

Deep in another’s arms, I’m finally safe from him

From when he called me

Worthless

Stupid

Ugly

 

But still the thoughts creep

Those worthless, stupid, ugly words I can’t stop hearing

Until finally, it hits me

The truth comes though

A pint of tears later, I realize

He was wrong

And I realize he was the

Worthless

Stupid

Ugly

one

The End

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