Cuts and bruises lace her broken form.
The mask she made dashed on the floor.
The cookie cutter broke her soul.
But it didn't make her their a perfect girl.

The flaws didn't leave,
Only pain was inflicted.
Her arms and her thighs are covered with scars.
Not including the ones that were there from before.

She was different then all of them
And they hated her for it.
So they poked and they prodded
And hoped for some result.

But all it did was break her.
She is no longer whole.
She pushes down feelings and
Filters her words.

She can never be fixed.
The effects are permanent.

A/N There should be updates about every other day, depending on my current mood.