Why must the girls suffer?

Why is it that the ones with the biggest smiles that cry the most?

When will we speak up?

Why can't we say that in fact we are not fine?

This is a story of a girl named Jasmine. She smiles like everything is fine. She hangs out with her friends. She falls in love with boys. She goes to school and she makes decent grades. She plays softball, she dances, and she's on the school's color gaurd. But when she gets home it's another story. She cries, she cuts, but worst of all she feels.

This may seem like a cliche but in fact it's a true story in which pain, sorrow, and joy mix into one.