Iloveyou

He called her ugly,
he called her fat,
he said she was nothing,
not even that,

she sat on her own,
on the bedroom floor,
her clothes on her bed,
her life out the door,

he called her obsessive,
when she asked him his name,
he said she was crazy,
he told her its just a game,

she can tell who she likes,
but his face is in black,
then he finally tells her,
he doesnt love her back,

so she takes his image,
she takes her pen,
she blacks out his face,
and starts drawing again,

holding out her arms,
with a picture screaming out,
suddenly she shouted out,
am I pretty now???