She looks at me, she looks so helplessly. No one knows why she crys, no one can tell behind her lies. She hides her pain under her sleeves, the pain that no one ever sees. She keeps it bottled up inside. Sometimes she feels like she's just along for the ride. At school they all tease her, at home someone's abused her. She wants to run away. I'm her best friend, the only one that knows, and it's going to stay that way. She's trapped in a cage and can't get out. I want to help her, but there's too much doubt. I don't see her very much. I don't like to keep in touch. She always looks so sad, she's a new person, and that's bad. I only see her twice a day, once at the beginning and once at the end of the day. I only see her when i look in the mirror. she looks lost and scared, and it's her I need help for.
