The Other Girls

Original Poetry

I guess it struck a nerve
When he said
I wasn’t like the other girls.
I didn’t do what they did,
I didn’t act like them.
They spoke differently,
They looked after their appearance.
I guess it struck a nerve
When he said those things,
Because he gave me the impression
I was perfect the way I was,
Only to tear down every wall of
Confidence
I’d taken
18 years
To build.

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