In grade 6 Wanda wrote this poem. Since then, she has lost a close friend to suicide. It is shared now to reach out to other girls who may have similar feelings, so that you know you are not alone. We can cope and heal together.
I’m just a girl. I love being called pretty, but I’ll never believe it. I’m not always right, I hate being wrong. I’m almost always smiling, but its not always real. I can’t be read like an open book, but I hide so much. I work hard at things, but I don’t always get what I deserve. I’m just a girl.