Theirs This Girl Poem by London Turner

See theirs this girl shes beutiful and she knows it...
Shes like a size a size zero but she barely even notices.
She shakes out her blonde curls as she walks through the hallway.
No one could ever guess what she does at the end of the day.
She pukes and she perges like i've never seen before.
and after 3 long hours she'll do it some more.
i once tried to help her, but she told me not to.
Now im staring at her grave, the sky a greenish blue.
everyone remembers her as that beautiful skinny girl.
but i remember her as my best friend with blonde curls.
(For Mariah.)
(5-29-09)