There’s this girl,
Nobody really knows,
No one really notices her,
As she comes and goes.
She’s walks around,
alone in the dark,
full of pain and scars,
yet not showing a mark.
You don’t see them,
because she hides them well,
you don’t know her story,
and she’ll never tell.
She lives in this hell,
every single day,
she won’t let you in,
she just walks away.
You wonder about her,
and how she deals,
but not once do you ask,
simply how she feels.
Is it that you are afraid,
of the answer you shall receive,
if she actually told you,
the you probably wouldn’t believe.
So you go on about your way,
pretending she isn’t there,
maybe next time you’ll look deeper,
into her blank stare.
Invisible she will remain,
until someone decides to care,
when that person finally does,
she will be free from this nightmare.