Not by me
The rumours, the lies...

I hate the mirror,
For when I look at it...

It's not actually a poem but it's a song by Demons...
Fiddler On The Green...

She ran into her room,
Hating herself like always...

What did I do this time?
I always seem to do something...

You all call me a freak,
Can you not see that...

I'm a mistake,
When I was born...

My only friend is my teddy,
He's the only one I can talk to...

Sitting in the playground,
As I await for you to arrive...

She doesn't care,
She stares at me taunting me...

Today I am happy,
I wonder why...

Why can't I be pretty?
I wouldn't have to be this thing again...