Tear stained eyes the smell of fresh paint on the walls "drip,drip" the water faucet drips each time you blink. head getting heavier and heavier as the clock ticks "drip,drip" down you fall, tears falling no one caring. Screaming you imploringly beg for help but no one listens. Heads rolling you think to yourself. Everyone calls you those names, those, damn names. The tears freshen and fall into the once painted face, from her trying to fit in to the agenda. "Ugly" was what she was covering up, she never felt beautiful she never had long luscious locks of gold "Victoria secrets" hair but she had medium length brown hair. Everyone hates brown hair it wasn't appealing unless it was curled or straightened with highlights in it. As the tears rolled down her once rosy cheeks, now turning into a puddle. Just how she felt like a puddle not something beautiful but something that people stepped on. Her mind circled with thoughts of how she was a failure.
