YOU told me i was not smart
YOU told me i was not pretty
YOU told me i was fat
YOU told me i can’t dance
YOU told me i was not athletic
YOU told me i was not good enough
YOU told me i have no talent
YOU told me i was an outcast
YOU told me i would never fit in.
But now
I am in a university
I can dance fairly well
I play hockey
I can draw the ugliness inside you with a pencil and paper, something you can’t.
I have broken every damn criticism you made about me
But
i realize
That YOU broke me inside when I was 7.
And no matter how accomplished i am or will be, that which has been broken can never be mended, never.
My accomplishments, my abilities, my goodness will always be inadequate because i will never be good enough, for me.
