Why do people seem to think
that I'm not trying at all?
When someone comments on
my legs
or my weight
or my stomach
or my body hair
it really does hurt me,
as much as I try to not let it show
I know I shouldn't let it bother me
but it does anyway
I feel like
my friends never listen to me anymore
it's like to them
I just talk
to fill the space
in between their words
I get that the things
my friends say to me
probably aren't even that mean,
they probably actually have good intentions and want the best for me,
but it still hurts
and I think that's the problem
Author's Note
This poem is about a lot of things, but mostly that I feel I'm never truly listened to.
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