Fairytale Poem | Samantha Leming

They look at you;
they laugh at you.
They think your worth a little less
just because you're different than the rest.
And maybe you believe them.

And you trudge along,
scraping your feet against the floor.
Your head is bowed;
your eyes are down;
you're walking down a dark hall
trying to decide where you belong.

But who are they to say you're different?
Who are they to say who's right?
Who are they to say who's pretty,
and popular,
and smart?
Maybe they're wrong.
Maybe you were the pretty one all along.