She is...

She's the girl with her hair tied back
The one too scared to talk
Shes the one who her dad always will smack
Shes the one who always tries to go on a walk

People pass her by without a second thought
She sits down at lunch with a book
Shes the one who her father once taught
Never to listen only to look

People hit the back of her head
To try and make her mad
The truth is she is like a living dead
She has no feelings-isn't that sad?

She walks home as slow as she dares
Less time with her dad the better
She knows that he sometimes cares
And thats why she wrote Aunt a letter

She said she misses her mum so much
And wanted to come over for a day
father won't let me-I want to keep in touch
And everything will be ok

the next day it's time for school
She whips away her tears
She knows she will never be cool
But she doesn't have to listen to their jeers

She will force a smile and look around
Wearing her jumper always
To hide the bruises and her sound
As people hit them throughout her days

Shes the one with all the strength
The wind beneath peoples wings
She listens to people at length
And today, the national anthem she sings.