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Posted: 9/12/2013

She looks in the mirror
Then turns away
She put on her mask
Because it takes away the pain

As she walks through the halls
They all stop and stare
They whisper silently
Unknowingly stripping her bear

She gets her books
Knocked out of her hands
And she just knows
She’s at her wits end

As she walks home,
It starts to rain
A car goes by and splashes
Just heightening the pain

All alone in her room
She holds the bottle in her grasp
Saying sorry one more time
She takes her last gasp

If just someone had acknowledged her
Just given her a chance
Maybe they would have know
She’s more than just a glance

Be kind to the shy
Be polite and let it show
Because you never will know
What will be there final blow

By: JACARAH