She flirts and flaunts

For the ghost that haunts

Her memories

For the little kid

And the scars she hid

From everyone

For the girl with glasses

Teased by the masses


Low self esteem

Is harder than it seems

At age nine

All grown up

More than enough

So pretty

All those boys

Make them her toys

Who's a loser now?

Call her a whore

She's nothing more

Than lonely.