D.u.f.f

I sit in front on the mirror and stare.
Hoping she will leave, as I glare.
And still, I see her.
No change, no differ.
The duff, or so they called me.
To this day, its all I can see.
Lodge in my head.
In my thoughts, unable to be shed.
Is that still what they say?
It must be, to my dismay,
Because I know im not blind.
Unspoken words, but in everyone's mind.
Is that why so many stare?
The sight they see, so hard to bare.
Just like a circus freak being viewed,
All eyes are focused and glued.
Designated ugly fat friend, still haunting me.
effecting my thoughts and what I see.
Six years or so,
And still she wont let me go.
One word and one meaning,
But so much pain, destruction and so demeaning,