park jimin knew how it felt to be insulted. 

the constant reminder from his so called friends always reminded him that every single day. 

it's not like he'd forget, that he's not good enough to be on this world, 

but they see the need to remind him that whenever he feels a little at peace, 

it should be gone because he shouldn't be allowed to feel it. 

and jimin knew it too, that they do it on purpose, 

yet, 

he let's them do whatever they want since he had never had the right to stop their judgement. 

the insults from other students made him feel like a waste of space, 

and in all their glory and good looks, 

he wished he was them.

he wished that none of them would tease his height, 

or how much he looks desperate to fit in, 

and even how he brings one unhealthy snack for a nibble and people judge him on being a pig.

their words remind him; 

" you're an ugly kid, park jimin!"

" stop clinging to your ever so precious friends. they don't like you."

" fattie. lose some weight."

" get out of our school, you good for nothing."

" if you weren't alive, everyone would be glad." 

that he wasn't worth being alive. 

somehow, 

he still manages to cope with what they say, 

and dismiss it with a wave of the hand like it's nothing,

when really and truly it was something.

students and teachers expect a boy at the peak of his youth could handle hurtful words,

when nothing in particular weighs him down already. 

no one cares to look past his wavering smile and supposedly 'bad looks' to see who was underneath everything, 

 underneath his skin and inside his heart;

they just didn't care. 

but, park jimin was too caught up in trying not to break down with their insults that, 

he didn't notice how his heart lowered every passing day.