i never go a day
without feeling horrible
depressed
angry
scared
lonely.
and sometimes
i wake up with a smile
i go to school happy
but then:
a comment
about
something.
my hair maybe
or my outfit
my makeup...
or lack thereof.
then it all comes flooding back
and the happiness
the smiles
disappear,
and…
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