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Not Anymore.

By Rainbeauxs, Bridgetown, Barbados

They cackle,I cry.
Their words I cannot deny.
They're the predator.
I'm the prey.
Constantly attacked and torn down everyday.
I feel so inferior.
I let them feel superior.
I let them walk all over me.
They turned me into a person,I dreaded that I'd be.

Ugly was my favourite word.
I said it every day.
When I looked into the mirror,that's all I would say.
They hated me and I hated me too.
Their words stabbed me,so harsh yet so true.

I wanted to scream,I wanted to blurt.
But my voice goes unheard.
As do my thoughts and my words.
But not anymore.

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