Stuck

My face, so round and putrid.
my body, so physically disgusting.
i feel so trapped inside my physical being
and everybody can see.
the names people have called me keep ringing in My head,
ugly, fat, pig,
how can i be so jealous of the people who have cause me so much pain.
their slender bodies burned into my memory.
how can it be so important,to be so beautiful.
my talent, my intelligence mean nothing.
I'm so stuck in this prison.
their is nothing wrong with being beautiful.
i just wish i was.
my prison of flabby arms, and droopy eyes,
my prison of cruel names and harsh words.
why won't they just leave me alone?
i know what i am,
why do they have to be so reminding.
i am so stuck, a permanate fixture of weight,
i am just so stuck

i have no idea if this is a good poem, i just needed to get that off my chest,