There was once a girl

She tried to be her best

She tried to love everyone

But everyone put her to the test

A delight she tried to be

Just a ray of pure light

But it took her all of her power

To not stand up and fight

She listened to others

Tried to help best she could

And no matter how angry they seemed

She'd treat them better than others would

She tried to care for them all

But they lashed out at everyone, even if they were just mad

But all that pain in her chest gave her a great fall

They tried to say sorry; like it made everything better

But because of them when she vented

Her face got wet then wetter

She used to open up her heart

Tell her friends how she felt

But all this sadness left her mouth tasting tart

So she stopped talking about her problems

They'd only annoy her friends

She'd just sigh by herself, her heart solemn

In her anger and pain

She scratched her arm red, it had an infuriating itch

She didn't mean to do it, and her tears flowed like rain

And though they said sorry

It didn't fix her heart

It only fill her with fury

"SORRY!?"

She screamed, "WILL SORRY FIX MY ITCH!?

WILL THAT MAKE MY TEARY VISION LESS BLURRY!?

Sorry only makes it better when you mean it."

So she's sorry

But she's at the end of her wits