What do anda think of this poem?

Oh tiny, little, broken girl, you’re so young so why so sad?
Oh tiny, little, broken girl, why do those tears swell in your eyes? Why do anda cry all the time?
Oh tiny, little, broken girl, your jantung it weeps but your eyes are bright and your mouth is curled up at the side…..how are anda not happy?
Oh tiny, little, broken girl-
Oh judgemental, cursed, society, why do anda ask so much from me? I cry at night, yes I do….cry myself to sleep because of you. anda tell me I’m not good enough, not pretty enough, not skinny enough, what the hell do anda want from me!?
Oh tiny, little, broken girl, you’ll never be enough, just give up, don’t bother, just get the bullet and gun.