She sits alone in the lunch room
stands in her own at the
crowded bus stop
books pressed tightly to her chest
holding on so tightly knuckles white
like everything might be riped from her
she is always so alone
her eyes plead silently for someone to pull up her sleeve and see the brusces
few know and none do a thing
when she boards the bus she ho; d back tears always hopeing that someone will call her name and stope her frome returning home
stop her from returning to the place where pain is all to fimiliar
where her mother doesnt come home till 3am and her step father
drinks to much
wherte even though he stops when she crys she has become numb to the paininflicked by the back of his hand her face stone cold shell hold the tears back till she has cold water running down her face
shes is one of many who hide the pain and the bruces she is not the only one always hopeing for some one to take her away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem