As she looks in the mirror
she sees this big disgrace
when she looks at her
all she ever sees is some stupid ugly face
she thinks.....and starts to cry
about everything, why she cant do nothing right
looking and looking and all she does is sigh
and she says "why cant i fight?"
she looks again once more
and all she sees is hatred
she says again "why cant i be myself...like before?"
and no one answers her, nothing was said
no one could see
that hurt inside
that the person that she wanted to be
because for her, she liked it to hide
thinking..... no one cares
takes the knife
saying"this isn't fare"
slowly cutting....as she takes her life
