You’re the very thing I’ve been taught to hate

Something abominable, dirty, surfeiting.

 I glare upon you in utter distaste

You’re disgustingly frustrating.

Flipping through old photographs

Like a passageway through time,

I can recognize all the fake laughs,

As if asking for help was a crime.

You might have been obnoxious beyond words

And an absolute eyesore to all around you,

But deep within your torment was worse.

How you wished for someone who knew.

I now know how badly you wanted to be honest to someone, the outcome is so much clearer,

But I still loathe how every morning you stare back at your bully in the mirror.