If only you could see
the person standing in front of me
tattered arms sadness and scars
why cant you see shes right in front of me
she looks at you through older eyes
the sadness and pain left this child deprived
taken from her family by the people they chose to be
in a world that just refuses to see the girl in front of me
she looks saddened and somber
tears welling in her eyes
she falls to the ground wishing she could die
the meds dont help they hurt her more
the cuts so deep her arm is sore
the things she know arent her age
they belong to somone else
why is it her the one to pay
for the way her parents behave
look closer and you can see
the way she stares back at me
this image of a child
broken and bruised
you could never tell the
difference between me and you
the girl standing in front of me
is a reflection of the person they see.
