"Who Is That Girl?"
Look inside the girl,
Who wears a little curl.
Can you see the hurt?
Her life is worser than dirt.
One minute she's overjoyed--
The other, she's annoyed.
Can't you tell by her tears?
That she has little fears.
She doesn't fear to die--
And don't ask her why.
You'll just get a long story--
With not a speck of glory.
Can you feel her pain?
It's stuck like a stain.
Everyday there's a hump,
Not a little road bump.
She knows that life isn't easy--
Didn't ask for it to be breezy.
There is storm after storm--
She'd rather live in a dorm.
Can you see the lies?
Maybe the hurt in her eyes?
For every lie that she's told--
Her life seems to unfold.
Can you see her broken heart?
It has been ripped and torn apart.
Will she ever get the chance?
At a little romance.
Have you asked her what she'll say--
If her life ended today?
She would look you in the eye,
Not a tear or a cry--
And she would say she wouldn't care.
You would look and just stare--
And wonder why she would say something like that.
Did you say that she was fat?
You wonder who that girl can be--
Then you found out, it was ME!
Shay-Renee
©2005
"18 million of suffer from depression in the United States."
— The National Institute of Mental Health
— The National Institute of Mental Health
