She could never see in herself
Anything but worthlessness
She could never see in their eyes
Anything but judgement
They made her feel so small
They always made her cry
Mother told her she was useless
Father said he didn't love her
Teachers told her she was stupid
Friends - they told her was ugly
They never saw what she could've been
What she kept deep inside
Poor little Anna had no where to turn
But to the cold steel of Papa's gun
Ask yourself this one question:
Did she kill herself,
Or was it them?