• To whom it concerns,

    This poem is quite real not

    some mutated ideal.

    To whom it concerns,

    I get up like everybody else.

    I don't just lie in bed and melt.

    To whom it concerns,

    I get out of bed and rush to school.

    As the breeze hits my cheeks it's cool.

    To whom it concerns,

    At school I am no beauty queen,

    Or mean I am just trying to get by,

    Keeping my record clean.

    To whom it concerns,

    I am just a normal girl.

    Not super hero trying to save the world.

    To whom it concerns,

    I have blindsides.

    But when hit I hide the pain inside.

    I am writting this to anyone to whom it concerns.