Me.

They told me 

"You should be yourself"

And yet

They told me 

I wasn't good enough.

They told me

"The inside matters more than the outside"

And yet

They shamed me for being fat

And laughed at my body

And told me I was ugly

So, so ugly

I shouldn't be seen in public.

They told me

"It's okay to cry sometimes"

Then one day

When everything

Just hurt too much

I broke down in public

And they told me

To stop being an attention seeker

And stop being so emotional

And stop overreacting

Because

Everyone really hates people

Who cry too much.

They told me

"We're here for you"

So I tried to ask

For help

And told them

My problems.

Why is it 

That they simply 

Scolded me

And told me

That they had their own problems to deal with

And not to burden others 

With mine.

So in the end 

I'm just a girl

Who's

Not good enough

Fat

Ugly

Attention-seeking

And a 

Burden.

So in the end

I took everything

That was me

And I crushed it underneath

The soles of my feet

Into pieces so small

That no one could see them

At all.

Not even me.

Now

I can't remember

Who I was

Before the world

Told me who to be.