Shes always chosen last
Shes ignored by many
People laugh at her
Her family yells are her
Its a daily thing
Everyday she isolates herself
Takes longs naps in the dark
She later awakes and stare at her ceiling
She thinks of past and present
Crying herself to sleep
Two friends care and love her
The others are fake
Its hard to trust
Its hard to have faith
The family doesnt care and never will
She is broken down
Her demons are taking over
Shes trying to stay string
Yet shes smiling
Shes hiding her scars from the world
