Munching on Strawberries

I see a girl,

Who walks and talks like me.

She's standing at her locker now

And scrolling through her phone.

But soon,

I come to realise,

The way she stands to hide her hands

And the emotion in her eyes.

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She's crying!

Standing and eating all alone.

She's got no-one here to eat with

So she molds her face to stone.

Girl! You're hiding up here,

Munching on berries

As you muffle your tears.

Don't do this!

You should be smiling and having fun;

Go and laugh with the girls called you names

And ditched you 'cause they could.

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Oh girl!

I wish you could see

The damage you're doing to yourself

In every moment you eat.

It's tempting!

Not to turn your back on how far you've come

But loving fakes is better than what hiding up here does.

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My darling,

You should never have stamped your foot;

Screaming from the hilltops that what you want is to be heard

Will only hurt you later on.

And I know!

Your fire-heart can't be dimmed by anyone

It's in your bones, the courage you've shown

Is like no one else's - God, you're so damn strong.

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But please!

You need to save yourself the pain

It'll only increase the more you fight

To save all of how you've changed.

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