in sixth grade
I was in choir
sat next to a girl
with light messy hair
I found it so strange
that she didn't care
she had cuts on her legs
I didn't know what from
all I knew was that she
she
was what I wanted
to become
she acted older
superior
she was quiet
but inside her mind
I sensed a riot
she was at battle with someone
someone she loved
I didn't know who
until I saw her unloved
she hated herself
and was her own opponent
a blade being the final component
she was quiet
and reeked
refusing to shower
why even bother
they'll forget her in the hour
every Thursday she was absent
an empty seat next to me
of a mothers dream child
never meant to be
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