Faded Faces Poem by Beatrice Preti

we are the children whose silence is pain
the bloodstains washed out in metaphorical rain
our brains bearing scars from words, jabs, and punches
caught up in corridors, stalls, and cafeteria lunches
do you see all our faces? our black-and-white tears
fall down our cheeks as we fade through the years
you won't know our scars, for we hide them too well
but scars don't equate to having stories to tell
and tell them we could, if people only would hear
the world would be changed, it would all be so clear
but no one ever listens, thus, in shadows we dwell
the children in silence, whose stories none tell