The glass she walks on is much too sharp,
Her delicate feet can never keep up.
She tries so hard to be the best,
Nobody cares about the pain in her chest.
They watch her as her beautiful feet bleed,
Ignoring the fact that she may be in need
This whole time she has lived a life that she has dreadded.
But she holds her head high as her skin is shredded,
Not wanting to hurt,
not wanting to feel,
She bends down and takes the glass from her heel.
 
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