There's a girl you should know.
She's the one writing this poem.
She doesn't know you, but she knows something isn't right.
Something isn't right with her.

Forcing her laugh to sound 'normal' and cute.
Forcing smiles to her friends.
Crying alone, so no one knows she's broken.
Hiding herself in a shell devoid of emotion.

There's another girl, some of you don't know.
She's the one who changed me.
She made me feel happy, accepted, loved.
But now she won't talk to me, I'm alone, again.

I laugh on the outside even when I want to cry.
I try to tell people I'm not fine by my silence.
No one gets the message.
No one cares.

One day, I got fed up with it all.
"Why are you so fat?"
"Put on makeup, you're hideous."
"Shut up, no one likes your voice."

So I did. I shut up, completely.
I now have a stutter when I talk.
I think I'm worthless.
That I'm nothing.

These thoughts swirl in my head daily.
I found a way to make them stop.
Taking my nails, I take them across my flesh, and forget about the day.
It's wrong, I know. But it helps to take my emotions out on something.

I can stop, I have, for a while.
But today I reached my breaking point again as I thought about the girl who changed me.
I don't know what happened to her, but she's just shut herself off from me, from everything.

I'm scared, and I feel alone.
I don't expect sympathy, I don't want sympathy.
What I want is for someone to slap the sense back into me.
Sorry to be such a disappointment to you all.

Have a lovely evening everyone.
I'm around if you need to talk about anything.
Don't worry about me, at all.
After all, I don't deserve to be cared for.