A deep void of confusion

Of babbling voices and concerned stares

Looking inside myself

A wasted pitiful self

Deep in my reflection

What do I see?

Their whispers and smirks?

Their dirty remarks?

Their pulling and bullying?

No!

I see a girl

Oily and spotted and bore

Gangly and awkward and more

I see a girl

Hiding a smile in her freckles

Smiling with oil all splattered

I see a girl

Crying and bending and sore

I see a girl

Tall and proud

Flicking her hair

Her own self

To the core