Poem By Crystal Dawn
What are they laughing about,
Laughing and joking and starting to shout?
A little girl is in the corner with her head down.
She feels like the guiltiest person in town.
She wears all the styles, but they don’t care.
She tells herself it just isn’t fair.
She starts to hate herself
And takes the pills off the shelf.
The little girl’s heart has now died.
As I ask you, “Are you satisfied? ”