Indifferent...

The rain outside subsides as she drags her heavy feet to the full-length mirror.
She stands gawkily,
Standing,
Looking,
Observing,
Standing.
The mirror reflects nothing interesting.
Like any other day.
It doesn't show her the person that she wishes it should be.
The person in the mirror has nothing to offer the world.
Nothing to offer her
Nothing to offer.
Nothing.
Her brown wavy hair was cut earlier this month.
According to the-non-fashionable-magazine.
Her lumpy flesh tries hard to cache excessive unctuous; without ascendancy.
Her skin isn't as dainty as an adolescent should be.
Her clothes hang ineptly against her no-figure figure.
But above all that she smiles to herself.
Letting a huge sighs.
I am me, she tells herself.
I am proud to be who I am.
I am the ugly kid, she laughs silently.
I am the kid everbody hates to be with, she claims.
Suddenly, a thunder strikes.

That's when she breaks down.
She kneels to the floor.
Her tears flow as if she has held them for so many years.
She clasps her hands over her face.
"I'm ugly!" she wails as if she regrets it.
"I'm useless, I'm nobody!"
"I'M UGLY!" she bawls.
"I'm ugly," she murmurs under her breath.
Her tears are completely dry now, her eyes are getting heavier.
Her lips tremble as she wraps herself with a blanket.
Blocking the bitter cold, blocking the nasty world outside and simply just blocking everything out.
"I'm ugly," is her last words before she drifts deep into her slumber.
Into a dream world where she's always who she wants to be.
Where she feels safe.
Where she belongs.
Where ugly is not a word to be said nor claimed.
Where she is indifferent.