At home,
They thought they knew her.
Although they noticed her with disapointment,
She held her head high..
Even with the pressure of never being enough.

At school,
They thought nothing of her.
They noticed her with harassment.
And her head began to fall..
But she tried so hard to stay strong.

In her heart..
She knew herself,
And saw herself through hate.
She tried desparatley to improve,
Trying to ignore the hatred bundling up inside.

At home,
At school,
They all saw it..
They all saw the marks on her arm.
They noticed them through harassment..
And disapointment.
Nothing changed.

She couldn't take it anymore..
This hatred kept growing;
It just wouldn't stop.

Her head finally dropped..
What they saw next was self hatred..
Eating every inch of love she once had..
At home..
At school..
And in her heart.

But in her heart,
She knew it all..
But at home..
Or at school..
They just never cared enough to ask.

 
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