What's with this girl? She's beautiful and she's smart, and she's got bruises all over her body. Some think her father's abusive, some swear it's her mom, other put their money on an ex-boyfriend. But the question isn't which one?
What's with this girl? She's got bruises all over her heart. She's in and out of relationships like clockwork, and yet for some reason she pours her whole heart into each one. They've promised her lies, they've kept them all. They've cheated her, maybe beaten her, and before she knows it, she's letting them.
What's with this girl? She's got bruises all over her pride. She's been built up and torn down too many times for anyone to count, and somewhere along the way she just couldn't pick up all the pieces. She doesn't have time to rebuild herself before the next fatal blow. So she lays among the rubble, hoping that if a mighty fortress wasn't enough stop the army, then maybe it's fallen wreckage will be.
What's with this girl? There's bruises all over her self-image. Each school picture shows a new hurting face, one that grows thinner each year. It's not enough though, it's never enough, for her father, for herself. People notice, but it would be rude to comment.
What's with this girl? She's got bruises all over her friendships. She's got friends, probably too many, and as each new friend becomes one of the hundred, she also disappears into the many faces of popularity. She immerses herself into the lives of others to block out the troubles in her own life. I wonder if any of her friends ever stopped to ask.... "What's with this girl? She's beautiful, she's smart, and she's bruised."
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