Broken

I am a scared little girl,

With nowhere to run.

Nowhere to free my fears.

I have tried to let them go once or twice,

But it never turns out right.

The biggest lie I have ever told,

Comes out when I say I'm okay.

But the truth is,

I am brOKen.

I am nothing like those other girls,

The populars,

The cheerleaders,

The girls who have all the money.

Even though they are different,

They are also one in the same.

To lift themselves higher,

They put other people down.

It's always that you're

Weird,

Fat,

Ugly, or

Poor.

The truth is,

I get called all these things on a daily basis.

You may think,

"Wow, that's really bad,".

But the thing is,

That is nothing compared to the worst of my pain.

Every morning I wake up and put a plastic smile on my face.

No one ever knows how I truly feel,

For I hide it deep inside.

No one knows the things I face on every painful day.

Sometimes I just want to yell,

"HELP! I'M BROKEN DEEP INSIDE!"