poems from a lonely girl

Pain.

Pain. So much pain.
Wish it could be
All washed away
By heavy rain.

Rice. All that rice.
Want to have it
Cannot eat it.
No. Not one grain.

All so perfect.
Not one stray hair
Was out of place.
No one to blame.

Need to look nice
Need to curl hair.
Want to just crack
Under the strain.

Looks at herself
LOOK PROPERLY!
In the mirror
Mirror of shame.

Thinks to herself
I'm so poor
Im so boring
And oh so plain.

There is a voice
Inside her head.
Stop this silly
Stop being lame.

It is too late
Damage is done.
Too much of it
It leaves a stain.

A little girl
Only five.
No more childhood
But too much pain.