She wasn't the bitch or the bully
Her smile was kind, her hair was ruly
She was smarter, she had grace
She's the one with the prettier face
The pencil case was close that day
She moved her hands where the scissors lay
She inked them red and I was shocked
"Let's fake a scar with this," she mocked
A print was formed upon her wrist
This fabric mark should not exist
She's the one with the prettier face
So why did she shame the pencil case?
I've read online, I've heard on news
I've always known but I'm still confused
This pattern of pain and suicide
Some disclose while others hide
"I'm going to do my work," I lied
Mum just missed my words disguised
So with my playful scissors in hand
I nourished my skin with an ugly brand
And it wasn't because I felt the same
And it wasn't because I held such shame
And it wasn't because I needed to tame
This wasn't a game, there's no one to blame
And my words may sound shallow and lame
But I wanted to join and connect with others
Share the blood like sisters and brothers
Feel their pain and fight their despair
A stinging sensation I want to bear
These scissors will mark my act to save
I know I'm frail but I tried to be brave
Don't judge me and I won't judge you
'Cause it's hard to reason the things we do
And I may not have the prettier face
But at least I praised the pencil case
My scars stay hidden and no one sees
I walk alone, I have no one to please
I saunter my way to the bathroom door
I hear a sharp cry then nothing more
The school bell goes but I ignore the droning
A hoarse sob is choked and someone's groaning
I shove the door open, so nothing is missed
And there she stands with a knife at her wrist
Her lips are split, her arms all bleed
Her weak skin craves this fatal need
Gashes replace the old, fake blots
Her lips are wry, her hair's in knots
She's not a bully, she's not a bitch
She had respect which she chose to ditch
She was the one with the prettier face
So why did she mock the pencil case?
