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by Kristin Feb 4, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She can not be rescued, she has fallen to the crowd. With shoulders slumped over, wishing she could scream loud. There is no pride in her step, only an obedient walk, She does as she is told, She's silent and won't talk. She changes her appearance, and changes her personality, She has no identity, She was stripped of her originality. She fell to the pressure, of the ones who she used to respect, They molded her into their toy, They tried to make her perfect. She jumped onto the bandwagon in her high school years her life would change forever, from pressure from her peers.