This GirlThis Girl.
A teenage girl looks in the mirror
A disappointed reflection looking back
Saying 'You look a bit heavier'
Or 'Still haven't made friends yet?'
The girl turns away
Trying to think of other things
Like maybe Christmas, and the parties
That she wouldn't be going to.
She sits down on her bed
Tears cascading down her cheeks
As she thinks of all the time she's wasted
Alone in that room with her red puffy eyes
People don't even bother anymore
Nobody tries to help
Ironically, an embrace was all it would take
Just to hear the words 'It'll be okay'.
Perhaps that maybe, one day
This cloud will lift
And this girl will see the sun
And feel like she's worth something.
The wounds she has will never heal
But the joy she'll know will be real.