Don't hurt me

Words hurt, like

“You’re stupid” right to the heart’s core.

He runs away;

And slams the door.

Reaches home and holds a blade,

Tears fall down in a cascade.

He says, “where did I go wrong?

I have tried to be so strong.”

But he draws bloody lines on his arm,

Running through in his- a storm.

He drops the blade and washes his body,

Cries, “”why can I not be more sporty?”

“Why do people hate my fat?”

They answer,

“Because you are the only one who has that flab.”

He skips gym class,

Despite being a scholar with full marks.

Receives a C+ Grade,

Because he was scared, didn’t attend the class.

Hoping for just one friendly smile,

To help him walk that extra mile.

….he was scared.

Lonely in the whole world,

Fearful not of the dark but the monsters in it.

Apprehensive not of his body but the people who kill it.

Why can’t fat not be beautiful?

Why can’t people learn to accept themselves and others,

The way the really are?

Why does someone’s pimple or his maggi hair bother you?

The pimple wouldn’t but the words will always leave a scar.

I don't accept myself, why do you?

You look in the mirror,

You have an image to maintain.

But it is difficult,

Difficult to be someone you are not comfortable being,

Unless you go insane.

You look in the mirror,

You have a good body,

The kind of body that isn't skinny

That isn't beautiful

But it's normal, with an okay stomach

And a nose that isn't runny.

You look in the mirror,

And grimace.

It's not who you want to be,

You want to be healthy, muscular,

STRONG.

Then why are you hiding under that average skin?

You want to accept yourself before

They accept you,

As someone you are not

As someone you don't want to be.

You look in the mirror,

And sob.

They see a fair lady,

You see something they can't,

The oozing black sinful blood seeping from every pore,

The insecurities, jealousy, hopelessness and unhappiness.

How can they love someone you are without knowing the real you?