The Girl

A small girl grew up in a terrible structured family
Always trying to be in the cool group
Trying to have her father be proud of her
Working hard in school

But it was never good enough

Being bully by all the students
Never being able to get in the cool group
Always sitting alone at lunch
Having cruel and nasty names thrown her way
Never getting the approve from her father
Worse of all never fitting in

Then there came a point in her life

She could lose all her weight
Work a bit less hard
Making sure she was up on the new fashion
To become a person she was not

Why should she change…

She did everything she could do
Still it wasn’t good enough
Told: You’re too tall, your fat, your ugly, did you get up out of a poor house
You could name it, she was called it

Then…

Everything change for her
A new school, a new home, a new environment
Nothing was the same

She still got teased by other kids
When she got a positive comment about her
She didn’t believe it
Always waiting for the other shoe to drop
She no longer had self-esteem
Any positive comment felt like poison
Any negative comments was welcome with wide open arms

She felt the need to slip into the darkness
Trying her hardest not to make herself known
Hiding everything behind sweat shirts
The only way she knew to keep herself safe
Always keeping to herself
Keeping people at arm’s length

Her image…

She saw herself as an ugly old hag
Had so many scars that no one wanted to go near her
No one to love her
It was just the way she liked it

No one would ever be able to know the truth
She would always push them away

Then she made a discovery…

That when she was wearing a dog collar
It made her feel safe and comfort her too
Now everyone looked at her
Even more as a freak

Why should she care
The world had already taking everything away
What was left for the world to destroy

Even after years of people given her
Positive comments she still shied away
She knew she was a lost cause

She had been broken too many times
It was already too late for her to pick up the pieces
No way to even hold the pieces together
While everyone around her was having a pleasant life
She was dying inside

Never were the ways she died was the same
As people would get a restful sleep
She would by lying awake
As her past came to haunt her

When people look forward to a new day and what it would bring
She would wonder if that day would be the day she would not wake up
All the good people had their life
Was all a disgrace to her

There was a small piece of her
That hoped that she would be whole again
The piece was so small that it almost looked like it wasn’t there