The Masked Pain. Poem by Tirion Davies

She hid the pain, behind her smile.
Noone had ever seen her like this in a while.
With bruises on her face and arms,
She couldn’t stop feeling like she belonged on a farm.
She got her packed lunch out, and she ate away,
A small ham sandwich that had been left there for more than a day.
She grabbed her lunch and her blouse,
Off she went back to the house.
She wish she was back in the school,
Where noone made her out to be a fool.
That night the neighbours heard screams,
The poor little girl wasn’t having bad dreams.
The morning after there were police outside,
the poor little girl got burnt alive.
Her gravestone is stood by her grandma’s side,
The little girl’s life had been one crazy ride.