if you really hate me so much,
then why bring me into this world.

yes, i broke your bottle.
im in the wrong.
but instead of showing concern like any other parent would when her child is surrounded by shattered glass, you verbally abuse me.
then you start calling people up to tell them your tale, calling me names in front of me.

you know beauty can never be defined.
it's not just girls who are fair, have high noses, small mouth etc that are beautiful.
beauty comes in many forms, from the heart.

if tears still arent able to convince you of how im feeling now, i dont know what will.
do you really want me to disappear then you will start to believe your words really do hurt?