They never liked her
Even I teased her
I called her names
Even slit her wrists a few times
Just to see her cry

That girl is distorted
I'd call out as she ran down that hall
They all laughed at her
Look at her she's nothing but a joke

Time past and she got older
They used her
Everyone took her for granted
I even used her for my own personal gain
Her feelings didn't matter
But she just dealt with it
She didn't cry anymore

We all made fun
Oh, how I hate her
I wanted to make her cry again
She deserves to cry
She shouldn't be happy

I walked up to her one day
And showed her how I felt
With the sound of violence
But instead of hitting her

The mirror broke
Pieces of me falling to the floor
I realized then
She was me

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