Take a look at me.
Tell me what you see.
I seem like a regular ol' lass.
I was happy in the past.
Until I came.
The world played me like a fighting game.
Everybody dragged me down.
They made me feel like a depressed clown.
I wear a fake smile.
Despite the fact I want to run a mile,
Just to escape this horrid Earth,
But that is an endless girth.
My knife blade brushes against my side.
Where in this world can I hide,
Where I can be accepted,
Not criticized and rejected?
My knife is the solution.
Time to rid of this 'pollution'.
My fake smile has swept off my face,
Goodbye.
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