Alicia sometimes feels a little lost at sea

She looks at her face and doesn’t know what to see

She knows she has a nice body but her face she covers in the selfie

Got four million followers on Insta

But none of them know the real girl

And on her instagram all you see are a bunch of comments that are witty

But if you looked into her soul you know she’s screaming

Screaming into the mirror and praying “HELP ME!”

Don’t no help come

Her mom died a while ago so there’s never no “well done”

She curls into a circle when her dad yells “I NEVER SHOULDA COME!”

“I NEVER SHOULDA HAD YOU!”

Hell in her house and then she goes back to school

Everybody mock her behind her back

Not the prettiest so all the other tools

Go around mocking her, tearing her down, throwing her to the ground

She calls it the ground rule

Never fight back

Never might ask

For help

Because then the abuse gets worse and they’ll take another crack

At her

If she don’t show she broken they won’t rest till she breaks

And so the push her and trip her

Abuse at home

Abuse at school

She puts up a smile

But she know it’s fake

Walking home one day, forgot her can of mace

Man came up from behind and then she got raped

Couple weeks later she find out she pregnant

And by the second trimester it’s obvious

Now they laugh at her face

“You couldn’t keep your legs together, you skank!”

They shove her to the ground, she don’t know what to say

She want to somehow find a way

To end the pain

She knows her dad has rat poison in the house

So she just lay there on the ground and she allows herself one more time to pray

Michael’s sadness is sometimes chronic

His mom an alcoholic

She just can’t stop smoking, can’t stop sipping the tonic

Dad left the family a while ago

He’s gotten over the shock, his mom’s still catatonic

Pain is his language, he’s now diachronic

He’s angry about everything, call it cyclonic

He wants her to live, the smoke in her lungs is pneumonic

He screams to God in the mirror, “HELP ME!”

Don’t no help come

His mom wants to forget

He wants her to remember

He tries to get her

To see him

He tries to be her mnemonic

He tries to hug her and she moves away, mumbling “stop it”

Lately feeling that he’s invisible

Used to be that his mom and he were indivisible

Music the only thing that brings him hope

Goes to his favorite rapper’s tour and gets let down in the show

They talk about the fame and the money

They talk about the lucid life and the winning

Talk about how the fans push them and then push this boy away

Woah

Michael saves up all his money to go to the meet n’ greet

He can see the grills in the rapper’s teeth

Tells his hero about his problems

Says “you give me hope, I don’t care that you don’t rhyme sometimes, you’re only human”

Looks for the words of wisdom that’re about to drop from the man

Then the rapper smiles and says “have a good day, good luck”

And the boy is pushed along, gets shoved out, this wasn’t the plan

He’s at a loss

He doesn’t know what to do

He was just glossed

Over

He goes to school

And is just mocked

“Where’s your mommy? Oh, that’s right, she too busy with her liquor”

He’s a man

Men don’t whine

So he locks himself in the bathroom stall

And only then allows himself to cry

He needs somehow to end the pain

He knows he has knives at home

He don’t see no other way

So he just bows his head into his hands and allows himself one more time to pray

Bethany sometimes seems be from Disney

Not the princess who is happy

But the evil villain who has it all and then loses it

Her family is rich

And so she invokes a lot of jealousy

Parents love their money

More than they love Bethany

And she tries to win their approval but their expressions stay frosty

She turns into a bully

If she can’t find happiness then neither will anyone else

Her life hurts so she make sure others feel like it’s hell

She has everything society says will bring her happiness

But her soul is like an ATM

She tries to fill it with money but she’s still full of emptiness

Because true happiness isn’t something you can just cash in

She tries to fill the void in her soul with parties

But like an ulcer the ache just grows worse

And ache that isn’t physical and yet nonetheless hurts

So she fills the hole in her stomach with beer

And then she can’t take how it sits so she hurls

But she’s empty again so she grabs another bottle

Drinks once again with her girls

But the beer makes her do stupid things, makes her mind twirl

And then she gets filmed doing something that would make her mother’s hair curl

And make her ancestors roll in their graves

She wants to find a way to end the pain

She knows she has rope in the house

This way her parents feel the blame

She knows she’s about to end it

So she sobs into the mirror and allows herself one last time to pray