They say "Talk to me I'm here for you." But are they really? I'm the girl who hides all of her problems behind a smile. Behind that world of pain and hurt, you think you know her but you really have no idea. The girl who opened up to the wrong person at the wrong time is now insecure filled with the thought that she has failed everything.
As a little girl I made friends easily, but now I'm stuck eating lunch in the bathroom stall cause I feel embarrassed and lonely. Inside my head I think that everyone is talking about how my eyebrows are uneven or that I needed to lose a few pounds.
At home my parents are pressuring me into having straight A's no matter what. But if the grade was any lower, yelling and screaming would come at me as if I did something terribly bad. I try hard to make them proud but it's never enough.