There is a girl

In the 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,

Feel 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 the front of my class

Who's eyes are glazed over

Like newly cut glass

The ghost of a smile

Hints at her face

And she laughs as they tell her

"Who's on First Base"

How does someone so perfect,

Feel 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 the front of my class

Who's so sad that you find 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

How does someone so perfect,

Feel 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

For her imperfections...

There is a girl

In the 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,

Feel so insecure?

As to scar her skin with cuts and burns

And still want

To

Hurt

More...