No one hears the girl who cries in the night,
No one sees the girl with tear-stained eyes,
No one cares for the girl who sniffles back her emotions,
People only care to make assumptions.

No one hears the girl who makes her claim,
No one notices the girl who was maimed,
No one pays attention to the slits on her wrists,
People act as if she would not be missed.

Everyone is in wonder of the girl's whose eyes twinkle with delight,
Everyone loves the girl whose face is perfect to their sight,
Everyone enjoys talking to this wonderful girl,
People act as if she was the queen of the world.

I wish I could adjust their eyes,
And show them that both kinds of girls are perfect in my mind.