Melinda

Slap the alarm off and slowly get out of bed
Despite her tired body and aching head
Covers kicked on the floor from nightmares
Heading to school she is feeling so scared
In the mirror her eyes are red and heavy
In her ears his voice is ringing already
She's there. Everyone has already assembled
Into groups-the kind of people they resemble
Looking around at the white chalky walls
Just a part of the scenery in the maze we call halls
It's hard not to feel like it's too late to change
Ever since it happened it's never been the same
If you look in her eyes you can tell that she lies
Says she's going to hang out then she hides out and cries
Her knuckles are bruised from the fight with the wall
But it's better to feel a little hurt than nothing at all
Now she's going her own way making her own tracks
To recover from the past and to regain back
The same smack that made her so strong before
She's walking out the door because - nobody really likes her anymore
Some body needs to speak up and help before it's the end
Our dear Friend Melinda really just needs a friend