They were the perfect ones
She was the lonely one
She was the loser
They surrounded her body with words
Their poisonous breath made it hard for her to breathe
So she ran away in the dark
Where only mirrors existed
Her body was falling apart
Every teardrop was turning into a waterfall
She threw her glasses on the concrete
Tore her clothes apart
She ripped her hair
Everything was blurry
She put her broken glasses on
And found a new body
She was now the cool one
She was the perfect one