I once new a girl who hadn't been through a lot.
Her story wasn't sad or long.
She lived a life just like all of us.
Dated,partied,never knew right from wrong.

You'd never really see it in her eyes.
The sad and painful truth.
You'd have sworn you never heard her cry.
This was indeed a painful truth.

She was the type who didn't like being pitied,cried for,wept for or cared about.
Her attitude was black with a hint of gold and she was really just hard to get around.

I know you think that I'm just talking in rhyme,
And am running away from the point.
But I'm trying to get you fond with a story in time,
So you get why people our age are smoking joints.

Society has a way of being pressuring,
And thinking that you're useless if not pretty.
But my problem is the girls that weren't born skinny.
And are sworn at for being thick,really?

Society needs to understand that all she did was live.
Society has to find a way to accept that all she did was breath.
Being skinny,being hot,was never on the list.
But I mean what can I say,she was adored,loved,cared for and kissed.
She wasn't really pretty
But was sure as hell thick.
So the haters kept judging,
Telling her she's ugly and ****.
And I guess all of that,really did the trick.
She stared at her wall,drowning in thought.
Because in her feelings was where she was caught.

And here's what she called...
Mirror mirror on the wall
I just want to be pretty and tall.
Mirror mirror on the wall.
How do you do it? Be loved by them all.
They said, my darling,you know what we know?
Life isn't for everyone & you haven't grown.

She decided that she had had enough.
She really got tired of being tough.
She drank all the pills that filled her head.
Congratulations Society.
She is dead.