I Remember

I remember being the fat girl
in junior high. The nights I
would climb into bed and cry.
I remember the "nerds", cheerleaders
and jocks. The times when people
made fun of my socks. I remember
the cool kids, always so bright. No
matter what I did it just wasn't right.
I remember being invisible, no one could
see me. I was so far away, no one could
reach me. I remember never being
asked to the dance. No one knew me
or gave me a chance. I remember when
that boy asked me out on a dare. And how
people would whisper, point and stare. I
remember the shame I felt for who I was. It
hurt so much and sometimes still does. But
I'm glad it happened, it made me who I am. If
not for that I'd be just like them. A glaring label,
a faceless entity. The surface is all they'll ever
know to see. But I've got a fire so deep inside.
It keeps me burning, keeps me alive. I'm glad
I have that, it makes me who I am. If not for that
I'd be just like them.