Some Things

dark, empty playground,

little girl all alone,

dirty little secrets,

so afraid to share,

believing inside,

no one’s gonna care;

some bruises

never show;

so many years,

so many fears,

so much silence

between the invisible tears;

some things

can never be

forgotten;

no where to turn,

no one from which to learn,

no one to take her by the hand,

no one to help her make a stand,

no one to caress her forehead and whisper;

“it’s alright baby;”

so many years,

so many fears,

so much silence

between the invisible tears;

some things

can never be

forgotten.

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