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There is a girl
in front of my class
who I swear I've never seen do anything but laugh
she's tall and she's smart
beautiful and strong
and when someone's down
she tries to fix what is wrong
how does someone so perfect
feels so insecure
as to scar her skin with cuts and burns
and still want to hurt more
how does someone so loving
learn to hate her own guts
drawing a picture
on her arms
with a blade
as if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl in front of my class
who's eyes are glazed ove
like emenly cut glass
the ghost of a smile
inside her face
and she laugh as they tell her
who's on first base
there is a girl infront of my class
who's so sad
That you found it rare
to see her smile or laugh
her friends tell her jokes
like that one with the guy
but all she does is close her eyes
and enter her mind
of her imperfection ...
there was a girl in front of my class
who yesterday took
the breath that was her last
she wrote a few notes
I'm sorry I didn't say
but my mind was messed up
you couldn't save me anyway ...
and to the girl in the back of the class
who feels the way I did
how does someone so perfect
feels so insecure
As to scar her skin
with cuts and burns
and still want to hurt more
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