A look into my soul would show

a hurt little girl, bullied and teased,

ridiculed, hurt, crying out for help

Yet, her cries are silent

Silenced, so no one will be bothered

Sometimes, she wished someone could hear

That she could have a shoulder to lean on

Someone to cry to, to listen to her troubles

And tell her everything will be okay

But she can't

She has a one-girl cheer-leading team

Nothing more

It's very hard

Keeping it bottled up

All the time I'm shaken up

Maybe, one day I'll blow my time

Right now I'm thankful for when I can fizz out

I don't know if I can keep doing this