There is a girl aged fourteen
She's never as happy as she seems,
Broken and bruised, scared and alone
She has no one at school and no one at home,
The mirror is her enemy and food is her fear
She fights through the day but sheds not a tear,
Nobody knows the secret she hides
She keeps it alive deep down inside,
She has a problem with her body and the way that she looks
Fashion is the only advice she took,
The scale is her friend but sometimes they fight
It's the thing that she runs to in the middle of the night,
Every day she wakes up and puts on a smile
She pretends that she's happy for a little while,
When no one's around and she cannot be heard
The tears come down but she doesn't say a word,
Nobody knows that she's falling apart
Each one of those girls broke her heart,
People tell her she's pretty but she cannot see
Even when it comes from her family,
It's then she makes the first cut on her skin
She feels the release of the pain from within,
Her voice cannot be heard because no one listens
Tears from her eyes gently glisten,
Scarred from the cuts and hurt from the pain
She knows things can never be the same,
Most of her nights are spent on her knees
Bent over a toilet and nobody sees,
She weighs 95 pounds and feels it's too much
With thoughts in her head saying she's not good enough,
Praying for forgiveness, she knows she's a disgrace
The guilt is written all over her face,
Locked in her room where no one can tell
She's living her own personal hell,
Inside those four walls the secrets she keeps
She doesn't ever get to sleep,
Looking in the mirror and hating what she sees,
Wondering will someone realize the girl is ME.
This is the life I lead. Please do not steal - Rebekka
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