I use to rant,

each day so true.

Shouting to the world,

what I knew.

I was ignored,

my pain dismissed.

The hope of others caring

was amiss.

I quieted my voice,

became so fake.

A shell of the girl,

you chose to awake.

I continued to see,

each day the pain

of other girls- that felt the same.

My story - so common it was sick.

All of us,

our hearts grown thick.

Lips drawn tight-

no gasp could slip.

No...