She hated the world as they laughed at her face
For her flaws and her skin, she wished she could erase
But she knew if she did, she would die, and then still,
She worried that no one would dare read her will.
She wrote with a pen how her life could be different
And wrote things to her dreams she would never have sent
She wanted to tell one she loved him so dearly
But, "he'd just laugh" and "he'd call me silly."
