A young girl sits on her bed, wanting someone to call.
Everyone is out; no one cares; didn’t think of her at all.
She isn’t normal, on the pills to ease away the pain;
Ever since then she has never been the same.

Always tired, never cheerful;
Never daring, always fearful.
They don’t like her, at least not today.
If only she acted in some other way.

Why is she scarred from the inside out?
The person on the side never thought about.
Making plans, they fall through;
Making wishes everyday, never coming true.

If only she was pretty;
If she wasn’t weird.
She needs to laugh, act more giddy.
That’s why she isn’t here.

Her calls for help go unanswered.
No one hears her plea.
No one understands her,
I wish she wasn’t me.


 
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