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
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WorthlessStupidUgly, which
was posted on Jan 10, 2011 by
Operafemme.
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