The Freak In The Mirror

Everyday I look at the mirror

and every time I see a freak

I want to break the glass or cover it up

I don't want to see the freak so messed up

I can't go to school without having girls laughing and

pointing at me

I run to the bathroom and cry and try to leave school and flee

People call me a freak,weirdo,and at times scary

at least I'm not like most girls at my school who are

freakishly hairy

At least I have a good friends who don't care how I look

and at least they have a crazy personality like mine

I know when they are with me

I'll be fine