Little Girl,
in the corner of the orphanage playground,
tell me why there's make up running down your face?
Do you hold a secret that you cannot wait to share?
I can see that she's been broken,
a childhood spent in care,
with strangers always saying
that a whole life is laying ahead of her.
But I can see that she is not that kind of girl,
she needs so much more than meaningless words
to get her through each day.
In fact, she's not so different
from the girl who lives next door,
the girl online you might have seen,
who took her life because she faced the world alone
since the day that she was born.
And early one morning,
as I pass by the gates,
a tear sneaks out my eye,
rolling onto my lips,
as a bunch of flowers lay in her place,
in the corner of the playground,
and the other children act like that little girl
was never even there at all.
