Damaged Angel

She was told she was ulgy,
thw words stabbing through her destroyed self-confidence,
letting her personality bleed out, and losing all self-worth,
alone in a world full of judgement.

The pain to walk into a room,
where nobody wanted you,
was often too much for her to take,
she would do anything to escape,
the hate, fear and rejection of it all.

Not existing to others simply drove her mad,
as one once said that no man is an island.
Look at the tears hitting her face like a torrential rainstorm.
everyone walking by,
not giving her the time of day.

She walks with a broken spirit,
just going throught the motions,
couting down each moment,
until she can run to her room,
and find comfort in her tender pillows,
drenching them with tears.

How much longer she wonders,
will her torment last?
When will her pain end?
All she really needs is a friend,
one to hold her hand and dry her many tears up.

will that friend come?
She wears a mask of spirit and joy,
so her family won't know,
the pain she faces everyday,
becuase she feels ashamed and withered.

She makes up fake friends,
to give the appearance that all is well
while she internally brwaks down even further,
into a dark abyss of self- rejection and hate,
where her darkest fears eat her soul.

What is it all worth?
To live where one is not welcome,
outcasted from all those around her?
The people who love her cannot help,
as they do not see beneath her mask.

She keeps on going through the motions,
hoping one day that all
the hate and rejection will subside,
becuase underneath this,
is a girl just like you and me.