Another Tear, Another Scar

Its crowded,
But she sits alone.
They are talking,
But shes a fly on the wall.
They stare,
But she pretends otherwise.

They have the best fashion, the best looks
But she feels lost, broken and un pretty.
How can she compete anyways?

She is a mess, spiraling out of control.
They continue to talk like she isn't even there
Cruel words hover in the air
And she is about to break.

She makes it home from another day.
Another tear, another scar.
She knows everything they say is true
She would believe anything.

Mom's home.
She gets yelled at
Something is always wrong,
Something is always her fault.
She never does anything right.

She tries to speak, but her voice is frozen
She has no more will.
Her mom's continuous words put her down
She sits in silence.
She is but a fly
Captured in demise.

There is no escape for this, for anything.
She is nothing, she is useless,
She is what everyone thinks of her.

Its dark now in this place they call a home.
She draws a bath, lays back and grabs the blade.
Another tear, another scar.
Over and over, fifteen more times
Trying to find empty canvas on skin.

A little relieved she rests in bed
Reminiscing her days work in her head.
Falls to sleep with red swollen eyes
Ready to start again at sunrise.