All
the way back in 2012 lived a young girl
Young
and well
Her
name was Isabel and she was a spunky gall
She
couldn’t wait till school that fateful day where she met 4 girls, here to stay
12 and counting she sat at a desk, her first
class science, what a quest.
Excited
for school and making perfect grades Isabel was supposedly here to stay
The
next year Isabel was gone replaced by another, Izzy
With
loads of friends support was good
Izzy
was always in quite a mood
Words
of too fat, too stupid and not good enough
Was
enough to not spark a trust
Hours
of running, starving and tears all gone to waste as my grades were met face to
face
With 8th,
now hundreds of friends never again alone till the end
Izzy
transformed back to Isabel
Gone
with days of starving, but still the fateful whisper lingers
And a
father I’ll never be good enough
But
who cares anymore
There’s
so much life has in store
I’m
just waiting to find it.
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