BRUTTA

You were a little girl
The tightest in school
You were a little anchovy
Today you're fifteen
And you 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
Crying and only see your flaws
Ugly,
You look at yourself and see ugly
You get lost in the shirt
And don't want to go out anymore
Your breasts will grow
Who makes fun of you
Are just silly 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 wish you a happy birthday
Here in your diary
I secretly read
Your solitary pain
This isn't fair
Don't you know we're friends
You cry and don't realize I like you
And I like you completely
Ugly
You see you're not ugly
Growing up is always a struggle
But count on me
Because to me you're not ugly
And life outside is waiting for you
It's waiting for you along with me.