The Pain They Caused...

She apologized for her appearance

Still, no one cared for her when she died quick

She’d tried to be of insignificance

They continued even when she was sick

She figured that if she changes they will to

Maybe altering herself would end it

But wicked taunts continue to pursue

The constant hate is always quite befit

The hate that they spread is too infectious

The words cut like knives and her red blood blooms

The pain swiftly led to her unconscious

With each bitter word her confidence dooms

She wanted it desperately to end

But still, her fresh stitches will never mend