Sometimes I Write Depressing Poetry. Just Because.

Then I was ugly

Buck teeth, chapped lips, glasses

I knew I was ugly

Did not belong

With the rest of you

Beautiful, rosy cheeked, normal ones.

Then I was scared

Darkness, horror, mother

I knew I was scared

Did not tell

The rest of you

Unafraid, bold, popular ones.

Then I was battered

Suffocating, scratching, hateful words

I knew I was battered

Did not show

The rest of you

Breathing, untouched, flourishing ones.

Then I was unlovable

Never saved, forgotten, brushed aside

I knew I was unlovable

Did not reach for

The rest of you

Loved, cherished, needed ones.

Now is not then

No more

Ugliness

Fear

Bruises

Lack of love

But please forgive me

If I forget

Every now and then

That history does not always

Have to

Repeat itself.