A Brilliant Childhood.

How many times do you have to be told something until it becomes your truth?
I’ve been told that I was ugly from the earliest days of my youth
And now not only do I believe it, but it’s become a part of me
Affecting the way I act and the way my world is seen
I could be told that I’m attractive and I’d dismiss it without regard
‘Cause my confidence is broken and my life forever scarred
I’ll never be loved by anyone whom I feel a connection with
Carrying that knowledge makes it difficult to live
Though, I persevere with fraudulent cheer to hide all of these feelings
Wishing that I hadn’t been born so terribly unappealing
I’ve tried to convince myself not to focus on these things that I can’t change
But it’s useless to pretend that my looks don’t cause me pain
Maybe there’s people out there who will care about what’s inside
But I can’t be bothered searching for something that’s so hard to find
So I’ll just remain lonely, abhorring myself and my genes
The taunts of my peers ringing in my ears and dancing over my self-esteem