When I think about the things...

The things I think about when I look at myself.

When I think about the things
that happened long ago
I start to cry
tears streaming down my face

I think of all those things that made me as broken as i am today
no one considers those things were part of my reality
I don't tell my friends about them
and my parents wont ever know

when I look back in the yearbooks
all i see is the broken me
the sadness in my eyes
and my broken messed up teeth

my lack of confidence
showed through on my face
and the things I was insulted for popped out of the page
and now when I look in the mirror
I only see those things

Author's Note

Criticism is always appreciated but mainly any type of review.