> 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.