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izzy May 2013
Tears come streaming down my face,
Wiping off my make-up
Tears are streaming down my face,
Am I good enough for you?

I don’t want to try anymore
I don‘t see the point
Will this be the end
The end of me?

When I jump, I want to fly,
Would be better than staying here
I can’t stand watching
Everyone leave

Why can’t I be alright?
Why can’t things be the way
They way I want them to, be?

I just want to be happy and
Feel like the other girls
With their glorious curls
and lollipop swirls

There is no crime in being kind
To those who find
That being kind
Is hard enough
When they can't even smile
Just for a while.

— The End —