Teenage Girl
I see all these girls,
They are all really pretty.
They have friends, they are taken.
Then, you see girls like me.
These girls you see,
Are outcast.
They don't have anyone.
They feel oh so alone.
Why doesn't anyone care?
Why are these girls oh so alone?
How can someone hide pain, like her?
She is used to holding things in.
She is used to crying everyday.
She is used to being alone.
She is used to cutting.
Why is today any different?
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