When times get rough she locks herself in her
Own little world, dreaming of the Mother she
Never had. Wishing her Daddy was by her
Side. Looking for someone's shoulder to
Cry on, looking for sympathy nobody
Gave her, looking for eager ears that
Long to hear a life long sad story.
The abuse she had to endure, the untrue heartbreaking remarks She couldn't forget, the guilt she had to bottle
Up into a snug corner. The tears she shed,
The bruises she hid, the cuts she bandaged,
The scars that said, "help me." But her unheard
Pleas go unanswered for years.
She told her story but nobody believed her,
She showed her bruises, cuts, and scars
But no one cared. She was soon despised
By the people around her, her trust dwindles,
She became a loner.
Whenever I saw I talked to her, I listened,
I gave her the sympathy she never experienced,
I gave her my shoulder to cry on, I bandaged her
Cuts, but it wasn't enough.
She was an Angel with her bright shining halo,
But she was treated like a voodoo doll, she
Was pretty, but the people said she was ugly,
She was honest, but people called her a liar,
But she hasn't done anything wrong. That
Girl I use to know is now the strongest,
The most bravest, phenomenal women I ever met.
