Shitty poetry

Your hair is ugly, your body is ugly, your clothes are ugly,  your voice is ugly, you in general are ugly.

These things have circled in my head all night and I find no reason to make them stop.

I find no use in hiding the painful truth that I am a huge disapointment 

Why clean off a mirror that i will not ever purposely look at? 

Why would I deny the truth of what I am and what i always will be..

I will always be the punch line to a joke, the " I almost made it " kid in the back of class.

I'm barely passing my classes as we speak and I couldn't care less.

My hair will always be too short and my clothes will always be too butch 

I will always be a girl to them despite everything they have heard..

because its always much funnier to make fun of someone whose already hurt.

Its better to cause more damage to someone who knows it all too well because I wont break in front of them

But they know behind closed doors the scars that remain. 

I will always be the dike, the liar, the punk kid, the emo, the over emotional worthless waste of space

So why deny the truth of it all. Especially when i dont even have faith in myself at all.