Bully in the Mirror

[Brownlie]

She spends five hours getting ready for school
Knowing all her hard work is for naught
For by the time she gets to her locker she will be tripped into a reality that feels a nightmare
The names she can handle, as she has heard various versions her whole life
What hurts the most are the way people stare,
As if she has worms in hair
Some look her way in horror,
Some in wrath, she shys away from everyone's path
Beautiful and shy the kids at school whisper as she passes,
Only she hears FREAK, Slut, Crazy.
In class there is no reprieve,
Her teachers ignore her hand for the answer
Looking through her is worse than being glared at
Invisible is miserable
At lunch she sits alone
Stomach to tight to eat
Afraid she will have food and garbage thrown her way
The bell signaling the end of school could not come a second sooner
A rush to home she slams her bedroom door hard
Shaking she knows deep within is where self hate is born
She can not bare to look in the mirror for she fears her own reflection. When she finally does
All she can see is nonexistent self extreme glaring back.

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welcome to my words. Please leave feedback if you are so moved. I am not afraid or shy to answer any questions you may have about poetry or everyday life. Writers are family.

I do sympathize with teenage angst as I've been through quite a bit of that myself, but then I got barraged by a bevy of people that told me "self pity avails us nothing." I think writing can be used as a great therapeutic tool, but therapeutic writing isn't necessarily literary. I would recommend visiting some of the resources on the site and learning about some of the tools used in poetry. I'm not saying I am necessarily an omniscient seer on the subject, but that seems like a decent way to proceed on your intended goal.