I weep for the girls who can't read
Or write
Who think size Zero means
P E R F E C T I O N .
Who look like girls
But act like ghosts
Who write
Goodbye letters
Like
Eulogies
Who spend
5 hours
Doing their hair
Who are afraid to age
But embarrassed
To not.
For their mothers
Who worry
But way, way too much.
And their fathers
Who just want
A good life
For their siblings
Who have to watch
As she
Dies
Inside.
Who implodes with
Her thoughts
That she
Cannot
Express.
And who
Cannot remember
The last time
She loved herself.
Who waits and watches
For her chance
To shine.
To matter.
To be wanted.
But who'll never
Find
What she's looking for.
She's standing too
Still
Too make herself
Run.
Who falls in love
With someone bad
And thinks
She can
Change him.
She ends up
Changing
Herself.
Who's life seems like
Collapsing.
Who's life
Actually
Collapses.
She has no words.
She cannot speak.
I weep.
So does she.
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