She walks alone,
and no one knows,
that through all those pretty clothes
nothing is normal.
Smiles pass by,
waves and glances,
friendly passerbies.
But every she wakes up hoping she dies.
A normal day,
sitting in class in the middle of May.
She taps her pencil against her desk,
and listens for the bell to ring.
In class she smiles and laughs,
and wishes for the day to pass.
Walking home,
the wind brushing up against her perfectly pedicured toes.
Eyes straight up to the sky,
wondering when she will be going that way.
The door closes behind her,
and she is finally home.
Where she is just as imperfect,
as shes perfect at school.
Grandmas home,
no greetings.
No smiles.
Starts rambling on about her bad skin and acne,
her chubby arms and how fat she is.
Turn out the light,
its that time of night.
The time she wishes everything was alright.
She whispers through silent tears,
and repetitive fears
\"please don\'t cry
I wish you could feel just fine,
go to sleep without having to sing yourself silent lullabies,
and making up fake alibis.
But tomorrow night will be the final night of all these cries,
and lies to everyone
its time to say my final goodbyes.\"
