Anger is blunt it spreads through her chest,
Sarcasm cuts and fury is spread,
Now confidence is missing throughout her tread.

Words of pain probe throughout her mind,
Slicing and pounding, and she can't find,
How she got there, she asks, is her soul unkind?

People laughing screaming and arguing,
Yelling at the backstabbing bestfriend is tempting,
Is it ok to hurt some one who left you bleeding ?

Had she done something wrong to feel this way ?
Without cause or reason but a feel of need to stay,
In this blanket that white-washes and sets her thoughst grey.

Will this depression continue to eat her away..