There is a girl,
in the front of my class,
who I swear I've never seen
do anything but laugh.
She's tall and she's smart,
beautiful and strong,
And when someone's down
she tries to fix what is wrong.
How does someone so perfect,
feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
and still want to hurt more..
How does someone so loving,
learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
as if her mind isn't dark enough..
Apologetic*