[SunnyStreets]

this girl she tries not to cry but her pillow's wet with tears she can taste them, salty, bitter. her dreams are plagued by people saying she can't know 'it', people don't really caring if they hurt her, people laughing when she cries, people teasing her. they exclude her and she cries in the toilet stall without them. so she cries at home and the summer's here but she doesn't care 'cause summer's even worse, her friends aren't here. although they don't know they sometimes take her mind off it. and she cries herself to sleep writing in her diary all the tortures and just making it worse. 'cause she hates how she looks and although they tell her she's pretty she doesn't believe them. she knows that others are prettier. and no-one at home knows how she feels; she puts up a shield to hide it. and even when it slips they ignore her feelings and her tears. she feels like no-one cares, maybe she knows they do, but they don't so what the point. they think she likes how she looks, how she acts, how she's crazy. she embarrasses herself and can't forget it. every day things go wrong. and so this girl stares in the middle and looks at every little freckle, spot, and peeling scrap of skin. and hates it. she compares it to this girl; this girl going out with her crush. and she breaks down and shakes. and her pillow tastes of salt when she cries into it. vent.