I Bet

She has lost her strenght to smile...
She has lost her will to live...
She wonders to herself at night
if this is all she has to give.
Has she written every poem
that has ever deeded writing?
Has she solved every problem
to ever stop the fighting?
Has he ever looked at her
and see just as she sees?
Has she ever had friendships
that weren't uprooted like trees?
Did she ever do something for herself
that was ever worth doing?
Or is her life just one of those storms
that just never stops brewing?
She wonders if five year olf her
would today be proud
of the semi woman...
sitting in the mirror, head bowed.
Her teeth are big and yellow
far from an attractive sight,
her skin so pale,
she was worse than a ghostly white.
Little black bags hung low
below souless chocolate eyes
as if mocking, waiting...
biding time until the small woman dies.
Her gut is as big as
a hippo is wide,
a fault she tries her
very best but even breasts cannot hide.
She sits alone in her room,
no friends to be heard from...
Most stare at her like unwanted
already been chewed bubble gum...
The girl tries her best
and with a heart full of gold
but in a world for appearances,
cracked gold is NEVER sold...

So would it matter
if she chose today or tomorrow?
...Not like the world would hurt
and be filled with much sorrow...
He will move on
and they will forget
about the little mouse they beat...
Game, set match I bet...