When you smile,

You look like you might cry.

I can always tell

The difference

Between real and fake joy in you.

You hate yourself

And really, I’m not sure why.

Because you, Emma,

Are so ******* sweet

And beautiful

And everything else good in the world.

You deserve so much

More in life.

You say nobody cares,

But that’s *******.

Because I care.

Shouldn’t that be enough?