the world
around me
is so much
better than
the one i live
in. i see people
in love, in lust,
enjoying them-
selves with
family and
friends.
no one seems
to notice the
girl watching
them, wishing
to be them,
to be apart
of so much
joy and
happiness.
no one notices
the girl with
scars on her
arms running
every which
way possible.
