The tears go running down my cheek,
Just like a faucet that has a leak.
They look like rain,
Smearing into the windowpane.

The sorrow that was locked deep in my heart,
has been let out with one harsh remark.
Those words that I really fear,
has brutally pounded my ear.

I know that I have made a mistake,
and that I'm not all that great,
I'm short, ugly, and fat
no one likes me, not even a bat.

Maybe I'd be better off gone
that way my dad wouldn't have someone to stress on.
He said he didn't care,
not even what I do or what I wear.

I feel so alone.
I think I'm better off just being a stone
All I can do is cry
Until I shrivel up and die.

--Natalie