Life?

Some people wanna kill themselves, because they feel they're never enough. Some people wanna kill themselves, because life has nothing in stall. Some people wanna kill themselves, because they feel like nothing at all. We come across, A path of people Some minds so positive, Some thoughts so evil. People with opinions, Come across they who criticize Every shape, color, detail, and size. When they go home, In a room all alone. They sit in a chair, Filled with thoughts of their own. There's no reason to wilt, Or lower that smile. Because the flaws of those people, could be noticed from a mile. But a thought comes to mind, "What if they're right? What if my appearance is unappealing to the eye?" They sit their and worry, Feeling insecure. Yet someone by their side, Might know the perfect cure. Someone who makes them special, About the appearance they endure. Someone who truly loves them, with a heart so pure.