Day After Day
She Walks Around
Head Bowed Low
Parallel To The Ground
With Mousey Brown Hair
And Soft Brown Eyes
Same Clothes As Yesterday
Her Face Flushed From Cries
At Lunch She Sits Slouched
Over An Empty Tray
Alone At The End Of A Table
The Same Table Everyday
Nobody Notices Her
Or The Pink Scars That Decorate Her Wrists
It's Sad To Think That If She Left One Day
She Probably Wouldn't Be Missed
