Senior Year

It's going to be my senior year of high school in a couple of weeks yet i feel no excitement just anxiety anxiety to face them all again anxiety to face the boy who shattered me who played with me who messed with me and left me crying left me worthless left me lonely left me surrounded by the girls i fear the perfect girls the pretty girls the popular girls the smart girls the confident girls the girls who make you uncomfortable when you are around them the girls who make you aware of your ugly outfit and acne and awkward posture and remind you of how lonely how f*****g lonely senior year is gonna be i used to have friends and a boy i used to be cool i used to be invited to parties i used to be one of them one of those girls the ones who make fun of the fat girls the ones who make fun of the weird girls the ones who make fun of the losers until i became the loser and why? maybe it's simply because i have an ugly face and maybe my boy didn't want me no more because of my face and maybe friends didn't include me no more because of my face and maybe my grades kept declining more because of my face It's going to be my senior year of high school in a couple of weeks and i don't want to show this face this same face that caused the trauma last year