What are they laughing about,
Laughing and joking and starting to shout?
A little girl is in the corner with her head down.
She feels like the guiltiest person in town.
She wears all the styles, but they don’t care.
She tells herself it just isn’t fair.
She starts to hate herself
And takes the pills off the shelf.
The little girl’s heart has now died.
As I ask you, “Are you satisfied? ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree Crystal, even apparent light hearted crit can be the death noll to a young sensitive soul, well not quite final, but it chips away. People should think before they judge others. I liked your poems ability to get under the skin. Well done. 10 from expert skin diver! Tai