Imperfection
They say she way too skinny nobody wants to date her they say her hairs way to thin no one wants to be her.they rant about how she dosnt fit in and how she doesn't have any friends... but they judged her way to quick they make fun of the words that slip out of her lips and how the shape of her face turns and twist now as she stares at her self in the mirror she sees how everyone sees her and now she cutting , crying ,drinking and smoking 14 and baby gurl planning her funeral they point and laugh and whisper in the shadows "poor girl" the teaches talk "slut" the students yell now she scared and confuse "what did i every do to you" she says the whispers in the shadows is getting to her head the voices in her head are telling her to end this pain she feels burns deep in her she trys to shake it off but it won't budge her scars are starting to burn her eyes are starting to water should she tell her mother and father that there angle dosnt wanna live no more that she can't stand the hate no more she wants to lay in a bath of her tears and end dis for sure her grades are starting to fail her friends are putting her through hell her hope of love is gone like her perfect silk skin her father is back to drinking mother won't pay attention "poor girl" she remembers her teachers say
She sits alone at lunch she stays in her room at dinner it seems like she'll never be a winner fighting against herself to end her life losing to the best part of her who wants to stay alive~RQ
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