There is a girl I know,
Trapped in her own skin

The world misunderstands her,
The paintings on her skin and the heavy words in her heart.

She walks with the confidence of a queen,
But falls down like lowly servant.

She is constantly told she is mean and disrespectful and unforgiving,
What people don't know is that she has the kindest heart.

Its just that sometimes,
A part of her takes control.
A part she doesn't show anyone.

This girl is accused often,
but for the wrong crime.

She tries to ignore the voices of this world,
But it's hard.
What strength does she have left?

Most days she paints on a fake smile,
And it works for a little while.

Then she must face the harsh reality again.
The reality that no one thinks she is good enough.

She doesn't believe that,
But people are not giving her the chance to prove herself.

She is desperate to be seen,
Crying and screaming in agony.
Does anyone hear her?

Her hope diminishes more and more every day.
How long until it's gone?

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Always keep Fighting
You Are Not Alone
You Are Enough