Just Because
Just because I'm ugly
doesn’t mean
my skin is paper
and your words are knives.
I am not
your quiet target,
not your broken mirror
to spit your reflections into.
Just because I'm ugly
doesn’t mean
I owe you silence.
My heart is still
a heart.
My voice
is still mine.
And every scar you think
you’ve carved into me
has only grown
into stone.
I stand here,
ugly or not,
untouchable.