Life of Me

Who's this person that I see?
Looking, staring straight at me?

With pained eyes and a broken heart
She believes she has no start.

All she wants is to be loved,
But there's no love for her here.
She wants to be noticed,
And make friends with her peers.

She wants to love life,
And smile everyday.
Before she disappears,
And fades away.

Abused and punished by the world,
She hides and cries alone.
People caring only for themselves,
Are what the scars have shown.

How do I know the life of this girl?
Is because I see it everyday.
Looking at the mirror- I write this poem.
Because I have no words to say.