Hurts

Hurts

(This poem is based off of a true event that happened to me.  The "friend" I'm referring to is a guy.)

Did you even think before you said it?

Was there even a moment of hesitation?

Or is your conscious completely dead?

Because let me tell you,

It hurt

Those few words,

Followed by laughter

You thought I didn't hear you

...but I did...

I heard it

And it hurt

I considered you my friend

My friend!

I know!

How stupid of me.

But friends don't put other friends down.

And that's what you did to me.

You made fun of me
  
Behind my back

In drama class

You made fun of something I hate about myself

And it hurt

You think my weight is funny?

Sorry that I'm not stick thin

Sorry I have a larger stomach

Sorry I have bigger thighs

Sorry that I'm not perfect enough for you

I really truly am sorry

Because I'm hurting

And I don't want to be

My weight is something I'm insecure about

But I've learned to live with it until I can do something about it

I used to come to school, hands by my side, sitting up straight

Now I sit slumped in a desk

Jacket over my thighs

Arms over my stomach

Because I don't know who's going to make fun of me next

So, thanks to you

My self esteem?

is gone

My confidence?

Nonexistent

My insecurities?

Worse

...And it hurts...