'Haha, look at her, she's an idiot.' 'Oh My Gosh, she's so stupid and ugly.'
Whispers the voices in her dreams.
'Lol, she's so annoying and thick.'
Repeats the voices in in her head.
'She's so FAT. UGLY. STUPID.'
Says the voices trailing endlessly behind her back.
'She wont have a clue what I'm sayin' if it's behind her back.'
She knows this already, but she has to ignore it.
But what happens when she can't ignore it any longer?
She can't survive, slowly drowning in her tears.
She can't survive, thinking that it'll never escape her.
She'll never survive like this.
She won't survive like this.
But it's not your fault. It never will be.
You don't know the trauma in her head.
Just because you're 'POPULAR. PRETTY.' you don't understand.
You'll never understand.
You'll never be me.
