I am the girl that sits in the back of the room.

I am the girl that counts to ten before walking into the hall.

I am the girl who hides her face with her hair.

I am the girl who hides her feelings.

I am the girl that the bullies single out.

I am the one who that begs to be left alone,

to not be noticed.

I am the one that the demons prey on.

I am the girl that gets made fun of.

I am the one who hides from her tourmenters in the library.

I am the girl that bleeds sorrow. 

I am the girl that thinks of ending it all.

I am the one that is shouting out to the angels for help.

I am the one that they ignore.

I am the one who wishes for death.

I am the one that needs help.......

Help me! I scream over and over until, 

I am answered.

Now,

I am the one who broke free from the evil snares of the devil.

I am the one who climbed out of the dark hole, filled with despair. And....

Oh-No,

I am the one who fell back in...