I Used To Be Beautiful

I used to be positive.

I used to wake up,
smile and go on with my day.
I didn't have to chant to myself
that I would be okay.

I used to walk down the halls
with a smile upon my face
I didn't have to worry
about the rumors those girls would make

I could talk to anyone
Say what I wanted
without thinking about it
But, now, that's nothing more than a dream

I hear them whispering.
I hear them spreading.
I heard them trying
to destory me.

They think that they have
more to destroy
But, I'm down to my thread
I'm just a broken toy.

I can't think it's going to be
a good day
I know it's not.
I can't think that I love the person I am
Because I don't.

I used to be positive
I used to have friends that I could trust
I used to feel important
Not lower than just dust.