Pretty

A Poem by fern

Yinthe is pretty.
She says she isn't.
She says I am.
She says I'm the prettiest in the world.
I tell her I'm not.
She says I am.
I write a paragraph saying how beautiful she is.
She says she's crying.
I feel bad.
She begs me not to overdose.
I say I'll try.
She says she's fat.
My eyes fill with tears.
I tell her she's eleven.
She shouldn't worry about her weight.
She doesn't deserve that.
She says she's ugly.
I beg her not to think like that.
She sends me a heart emoji and goes offline.
I cry because she is like my sister.
I cry because she doesn't deserve that pain.
I cry because she is too young.
I cry because i love her.