I feel a wave of hatred,
From the beating in my chest,
As I start to feel lonely,
Sad and depressed,

The girl you used to know,
The smile and the glow,
Has slowly disappeared,
With the end coming near.

She wonders what is wrong,
And she can’t help but hear,
The girls in the locker room,
Spreading the fume,

She hears the gossip,
Mostly about her,
How she’s so ugly,
And not like the rest.

She feels like a pest,
So unlike the rest,
She questions her identity,
And wonders about death.

If she were to do it,
Would they even care,
Would anyone stop her,
And save her last breath?