• You see her everyday,
    her innocent face,
    her eyes empty,
    her posture,
    she's similar to a beaten animal.
    She's been robbed off all spirit, since life always handed her too much.
    When something finally seemed good in the world,
    her life finally worth riding out to the end,
    she would get beaten by the universe until she was back where she started,
    back at square one in the game of misery that she used to call the game of life.
    She doesn't speak, scared you'll tell if you know what is going on in her head.
    She doesn't cry, afraid her parents may hear her sobs through her pillows.
    She doesn't show off her incredible talents, terrified if you notice her that you could see through her appearance to her heart and realize what she wants so badly.
    She's a walkng emergency,
    but the ambulance came too late.