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2008-3-3 10:09:13 by Hzfeiwu
That Girl
by Savannah
Do you see that girl?
Sitting in the corner, just over there?
Just sitting there, should you even care?
Do see her, faking a smile?
Even though it's been one year;
She hasn't laughed in a while
Do you know why she tortures herself in this way?
Why she never has anything good to say?
That's because she hates herself, you see;
She's anything but you and me
When she comes home, she sits on her bed;
She shakes her poor thought-filled head
And sits there, thinking about her day
Wishing she could look a different way
And when the sun sets, it's time to go to sleep
She tries to be quiet; she doesn't make a peep
She's crying now, her bed stained with tears
This is what she hates the most, it's her greatest fear
Even though this is routine; crying everyday
She really wishes she could look this way;
All dressed up in a pretty white gown
Dressed up beautifully, her hair's neat and down
But everytime she thinks this, her face turns to a frown
Se will never look that way; she knows it for a fact;
She knew that being beautiful was the only thing she lacked
Everyday she's reminded of how hideous she looks
How she wants to cover her face with books
She doesn't believe the compliments;