There once was a girl
Who greeted school with open arms.
She was in first grade and had glasses and pigtails.
A book in her arms and a smile on her face,
She had friends all around herThere once was a girl
Who trashed the skirts for tight jeans that defined the skinniness of her legs.
She was in the seventh grade and let go of her pigtails and wore makeup.
A book in her arms and a smile on her face,
She had left all her friends behindThere once was a girl
Who wore whatever she could find and tried to hide the scars
She was in the eleventh grade and she wanted the world when it didn't want her.
A book in her arms and tears down her face,
She had only four people left to count onThere is a girl
Who wore her story on her skin
She was me and I wanted to find myself.
A book in my arms and a broken smile on my face,
I found the words to carry me through
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Could it be Worse?
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING!!!! References sadness, depression, self harm, suicide, etc. This is basically what goes on in my head.