She doesn't know who she is anymore.
So many names called, so much said.
Not only to her face, behind her back.
Parents seem to dislike her anymore.
Friends seem distant anymore.
Siblings seem to ignore her anymore.
Words said, not meant to hurt,
Scar her heart, confuse her.
Is she really all of the things they say she is?
Does she deserve all of the good things she has in life,
Or is she not good enough for them?
And her tears stream down her face,
For, what to do is not known.
What can mend her life when
So many things have hurt her and continue to do so?
Is there anything that can?
More and more tears
Stroll down her cheekbones
now tightened in confusion and fear.
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