Porclan face

She sits in class, never makes a sound
Her face frozen like porclin, never turning around

She never talks and giggles like the other girls do
She simply just sits there, cuting and pasting with glue

No one cares, or for that matter knows
what happens and what goes on at home

She hides the bruises, and lies to friends
Wishing it will stop, waiting till it ends

I visit this place, filled with flowers
Remembering the times, distant by just hours

I look in the box, sitting up higher in this little place
Seeing the faint smile, of the girl with the porclin face