Five years old
and oh, so bold!
To the girls, she tried to be nice
but to them, it would not suffice.
Eight years and she agonized
over what she soon realized.
She was different from the rest.
They only thought of her as a pest.
At ten she looked for answers
to soothe her growing fears.
Fears of whispers at the cafeteria table
making her become unstable.
It was thirteen years
and there were the tears.
“Why don’t you just die?”
She could only ask why...
Sixteen was the end.
Never again would she mend.
Their words were the relentless dark
that shrouded her gentle heart.
How was it that at eighteen
this had not been foreseen?
Because of their constant tormenting,
she sought a permanent way to end the hurting.
