There's this girl that everybody sees, but doesn't know. When she looks in the mirror, she doesn't see her real reflection. She only sees who she thinks she is. She's quiet, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have anything to say. She's thin, so thin you can see her ribcage. But it's not genetics that made her that way, it's years of running and not eating very much. She wears makeup, but not to look pretty. She uses it to cover up the bruises and cuts from her father. She sees a therapist, but doesn't tell her about the abuse. She takes pill after pill and cries herself to sleep. The only real thing keeping her alive is that one boy she likes. He waves to her in the hall but she just smiles and hides. Maybe he'll ask her to the prom. She thinks of the possibilities, then reminds herself that no one would want to be with a filthy disgusting excuse for a human being like her.
*a/n: I got bored at like 6 am and wrote this...I don't know why...*
