An ugly duckling

She is not pretty to look at
She doesn't have a perfect figure
Stretch marks and cellulite,
she is curved and curved.
She struggles to look at herself,
the reflection is hard to accept
It takes a bigger heart to see the person inside.
She feels ugly, ignored, avoided.
Why, you ask?
You named her ugly duckling,
you called her names,
you told her to cover up and not to show skin
You told her she looks horrible
and the people will be scared to see her.
You told her that your words don't matter but
they do.
They matter.
They stab her heart
While she struggles more to even look at herself.
Her beautiful heart aches
when her appearance stands in the way.
And all you can do is call her an
ugly duckling.

Unsaid words

Those words going around my heart
thrusting upon its walls
longing to come out.
It aches, it's unfair
when they can't come out.
I try, I really do,
but they are stuck,
aching, inside.
I know they never will come out.
The entire universe resonates with you,
sharing your pain,
the pain which makes you
wanna dance in the rain,
wet and sobby.
The sky is trapped inside you.
It's heavy and wanna rain
but it can't, it won't, it never will.
That bird sings about agony,
The green of the grass reflects you,
The ground is all wet and muddy below you,
The ant is on your shoulder to
console you.
You have never felt more closer to nature,
unsaid words within you,
alive you will feel,
as they die inside
and you will live on.