The Girl I see

I see a girl
She's ugly, stupid, and doesn't feel respected
Respected by her peers
Her family
Herself
She struggles with everything in her life
Everything that comes so easily to others
People see her as this quiet happy little girl
She is not a little girl!!!!!!!!!!
And she's not happy!
She cries herself to sleep at night
Thinking of all the things she can't have, wondering wh?
I look down at her ankles, and see the cuts and scars from the scissors
The girl starts to cry
I wanna comfort her, but i cant
I wanna put my arms around and say everything's gonna be alright
But i cant, i cant because...
The girl I see, is me