Brutta

You were a little girl
The skinniest in school
you were a little anchovy
Today you're fifteen
and cry alone locked in the bathroom
for your birthday party

All your friends
are in the living room
the others made up like actresses
you like a bundle in the mirror
you don't stop
you cry and only see your flaws.

Ugly
you look at yourself and see ugly
you get lost in your t-shirt
and don't want to go out anymore

Your breasts will grow
who makes fun of you
are stupid boys
But those giggles behind
seem like daggers
you cry and your glasses
fog up
and the mascara smudges
ugly
you look at yourself and see ugly
you feel lonely and defeated
and don't want to talk anymore

There's joy over there in the living room
and no one wonders where you are
they leave but I'll wait for you
with these flowers in hand
to tell you:
"happy birthday
ugly"

Here in your diary
I secretly read
Your solitary pain
this isn't fair
you don't know we're friends
you cry and don't realize I like you
And I like you completely

Ugly
Can't you see you're not ugly
growing up is always a struggle
life outside is waiting for you
waiting for you with me