To whom it may concern,

…I know.

I know I'm not thin.

I'm not perfect.

I'm not gorgeous.

I don't own a lot of makeup and clothes.

I don't play sports.

I don't party.

I know I'm not popular.

I know I don't have good grades

Or long blonde beautiful hair.

… I know.

I know what people say.

I know that they laugh,

and gossip,

and pretend.

I know that people hate-

even what they don't understand.

Like me.

I have a heart too.

I hear.

I feel.

I hurt.

And it burns.

I have scars so deep,

a mask so real,

that no one can see that truth.

What they've done.

How much it cuts me.

To whom it may concern,

I know.

But do you?