Thoughts built up into words that are on my tongue,nothing is rolling out like iw ant it to be,I feel as if my mind is locked up filled with pity and happiness all at once..when they look at me im convinced i have them fooled Playing head game with myself..Knowing im about to break i take hate and turn it into guilt...filth is infected my body and soul craving something id ont have the knowledge for..I hear there soft spoken words that i know will kill me in the end,So as i watch in silence..figureing they found out my secret as i catch their eyes starein me down..I twist it around makin them believe i dont give a shit what they think..times i get curioues and wonder why are they picking on me..its not my fault this is me i did not pick this face i own..Nor this shape i call my body.....So why are they always looking at ..the ugly girl i call me..