Oh, there she is.

That girl who always wears

The same stupid clothes,

Her hair a mess,

Her makeup blotchy.

Just walk on by,

Or she’ll probably try

To say “hello” to us.

She is so weird

With her baggy jeans

And her dirty shirt

That she probably never washes.

She is so gross.

She is just so…

D. I. F. F. E. R. E. N. T.

She listens to stupid music.

She reads crazy books.

Half the time she is so

Lost in her own world.

She doesn’t even notice us.

Where is she today?

She probably missed the bus.

Can you believe it?

She’s been gone for a week.

I heard from a friend

That she was found

On her bathroom floor

(Which was probably all

Disgusting from the dirt)

With a bottle of pills

And a single sentence

On a piece of paper

(Probably torn and tattered

Just like her clothes)

Next to her.

All that is left

Of the girl who was

D. I. F. F. E. R. E. N. T.