The
Girl
at the end of the day
who actually cares about the quiet girl
whose parents fight constantly
even after the divorce
who actually cares about the hungry girl
who goes home everyday not knowing whether or not she’s going to have a meal
even with the food stamps
who actually cares about the caring girl
who’s trying her hardest and best to keep her young siblings away from reality
even though she grew up too fast
who actually cares about the pretty girl
whose own mother calls her ugly, fat, a waste
even though she’s everything her mother wishes to be
who actually cares about the smart girl
who doesn’t have the motivation do her homework
even though she knows it all
who actually cares about the kind girl
who is afraid to go to school because she gets bullied
even though she’d rather not be home either
because at the end of the day
who actually cares about the quite, hungry, caring, pretty, smart, kind girl
dealing with
depression and anxiety
sleep paralysis and lucid dreams
with scars dancing across every inch of her skin
at the end of the day who gives a d@mn about the girl