chipped nail polish
frayed emotions
tear streaked face
the girl who sits alone at the lunch table
“She’s crazy” they whisper as they walk by
but not one person stops to question her why
no one asking why she always wear hoodies to cover her scars
why her face has tracks from the tears that race
down her face before she can wipe them away
they don’t wonder why she doesn't participate in school activities
to absorbed in themselves to ponder what it must be like
to be the outcast
the silent shadow that no one will ever know
one day
when they’re old
they’ll think back and remember the shattered soul
the girl who took her own life
**the one they avoided at school