• She woke up with tears streaming down her face
    And each and every morning she'd pray
    That a tear would not be shed that day
    But why weren't her prayer answered?

    Slow steps to the bus stop
    The tears have stopped
    But in the back of her mind
    She wants to break down.


    School was fine
    Lots of smiles and laughs
    Went home late on purpose
    To escape for as long as possible

    She came home
    White as a ghost
    White as snow
    Freezing, as cold as a dead body.


    Words were said
    She stomped ahead
    And her eyes, how they were!
    The fire of rage burning.

    Until..


    An object hit her head
    Her arms were red
    Face tear streaked
    Her heart black and blue

    Uncontrollably crying
    She sat by her door
    Wrote a poem on bended knees
    And would cry herself to sleep that night.


    That morning she prayed
    Put a smile on her face
    That wiped away

    No one did see
    Her tear streaked face.