Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)

Just A Girl

A curve that's upside down,
A smile that's turned into frown.
Tears rolling down her cheeks,
She's been depressed for a couple of weeks.

She likes to cut her wrist,
She wished she didn't exist.
Afraid to look at herself in the mirror,
Criticism, such a predictable horror.

She got some bangs to hide her face,
She's been hiding herself for days.
She eats her lunch in a toilet seat,
And cries her pain between her feet.

No one helps her solve her problem,
She never wants carpe diem.
She's not a weirdo, she's not freak,
She's just a girl, gone so weak.

I'll be posting this on both of my poem books because I just love the meaning of this. :)