Lying in bed tears roll down her cheek,
she hates herself, names herself a freak.
sometimes he loves her and gives her praise,
others he is annoyed, she least likes those days.
Desperate to help him, knowing he cries too.
The sadness is in him, she never knows what to do.
Her mind is so faithful for him, only wanting the best.
But he can never read what's in her,
he will never know she's more than she appears.
Her mind sealed, cold, not open to uninvited visitors.
Her tears held in, unnoticed, rarely falling from her eyes
Her love, ever growing, to everyone she can, - especially him, her true guardian angel.
