You would be surprised by what they took
She's embarrassed by the way she looks
They get praised
While she gets hazed
She has to be careful with her hair
Yet they are told they have flair
How can I make you understand?
That I am not living in a dreamland
I am in pain and hurting
Worrying about the young girl who's uncertain
Trying and failing to understand why she isn't enough
While others are just living it up
I find myself alone at night
Replaying your careless slights
Your smiles ever so wide
Unaware of my breaking mind
YOU ARE READING
The little girl who screamed at the stars
PoesiaA collection of poems and memories.
