For girls I am something to hideously taunt and mock.

My shelves of hatred and bile are exceedingly well stocked.

Their cruel, harsh laughter rings in my confounded ears.

I cannot breathe through all the despair and tears.

I fear walking down the street, where I hear hissing and boos.

People despise me as much as they hate the lowly Jews.

and no. 2:

Though it ended in abject pain and grief,

My strongest feeling in death is one of great relief.

Before I threw the rope around my scrawny neck,

I was truly damaged goods, a total emotional wreck.

Every year was autumn, every night a bore,

Every day a torment, every date a snore.

Lacking the strength to endure, I ended my earthly time.

I jumped off my little stool – a truly Catholic crime.