Why Did I Keep It a Secret?
When I was five, I should have told my
mom that one of my friends called her
ugly. Maybe I would have
stopped being overly
sensitive at school
if guys didn't
look at me
or like
me.
I never realized how much her
words hurt me when she first said them.
Remembering how I used
to treat her when we played
at school and made sure
others knew why
truly makes
it quite
clear.
As we got older, I don't think she
even remembered saying it.
I included my closest
friends in a fight she was
oblivious of.
Telling her it
hurt would have
been the
best.
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