She poured her heart into her work
Her best she tried to be
But those around her criticized
What only she could see
She wasn't skinny or beautiful
She couldn't see she was smart
All she saw was a failure
And that truly broke her heart
The day was dreary and raining
It was the day the clouds cried
And again she was being picked on
And she felt like screaming "why?"
"Why can't I be perfect?"
"Why can't I be like them?"
"Why can't I be normal?"
"Why can't I fit in?"
She failed to see her beauty
She became one with her pain
She was now a shell of a person
And her tears mixed with those in the rain
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PoesíaPoetry: inside the mind of a liberal teenage feminist with self image issues and a habit of overthinking.
