Jessie

That One and Only Dance

Copyright, Jessie

I’m standing all alone in a corner.
Listening to the music pound.
It drowns out my thoughts,
and then I hear the girls laughing.
I cover my arms.
Waiting for there ridiculed
words to hurt me. Stabbing me
like a thousand knifes.
I use to be beautiful.
But not any more
Now I am ugly
All because of these scars.
It’s there words and torment
that cause the scars.
If only some of them knew the
way it felt.
But they will never know. None of them will!

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