Silent Plea

You are ugly.

One sentence.
That was enough to bring down her self-esteem.

She stares at the floor,
Not wanting to meet anyone’s eyes,
Because of the fear to hear that dreadful sentence again.

She felt like hiding everyday.
Felt like creating a world that only her existed.
A world where she was the only pretty one.
A world where everyone would love her.
A world where there would be no harsh words.
A world where she can live freely.

She wanted to shout to the world.
Love me not by who I am not,
But who am I.
Love me not by my outer looks,
But my inner self.
Love me not by my weakness,
But by my strengths.
I just want to be loved as well,
Is that too hard?
Is that too much to ask?