The girl with brown hair

I knew a girl with brown hair,
She hated herself,
She wanted to cry every time she saw herself in the mirror,
She covered her stomach,
She picked at her skin,
Sometimes so much casting her arm to turn red,
Each photo she took she'd suck in so hard she could barley breathe,
She only talked to her fiends,
But still feeling lonely, isolated, and outcasted by many others,
You mostly heard her name going through the halls,
She was lost,
She would tie her hair up only to bring it down minutes later,
She would put on an outfit just to take it off because it's too tight, 
Or showed too much,
She would try to be herself,
But couldn't because others would say she's weird,
All she could see were her imperfections when she'd look in the mirror,
Yet again i say,
The girl with brown hair...

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