Released

You look around you notice your different not the same or even in between no one understands your inner beauty the boys aren't searching for personalities or even know what it means...too caught up on superficials the attributes of a model the figure of a video vixen, smart and an smile that will bright up the darkest of nights...you don't care for it at all the girls look down on you the boys don't look at you...mother says whatever she can to assure you that your beauty is looked passed that's your mom she'll say anything to turn that frown into a laugh or a smirk slammed doors and tears no one understands the pain you endure no one feels the pain you have felt no one can relate to what you have been through you've dealt with enough you can't take it anymore this life isn't for you done with it all she picks up the knife holds it against her wrist as she looks in the mirror the pain is released as she no longer exist...