That Girl Poem by Sarah Persson

I knew well, that girl,
That wept on already tear stained cheeks,
The girl that cringed at the sound of a voice
And cowered not to be discovered.

The girl who woke from troubled sleep
And the fear of the darkness it spawned,
The girl who found depth in emotions,
From the pain she inflicted on herself,
The pent up released on the blood riddened tissue,
That, was the shame!

A sensitive child, yet at all, not required.
Never told she was loved, never felt it,
Staring straight into space,
Her face pure with the solitude of peace,
Yet she cried.

No questions were asked,
About marks, about tears,
No voice had she found from within,
She was locked, she was lost,
She was nothing,
She gave in.

Her mind, constant turmoil,
No self worth,
In quietness she bled,
Through the tears that she shead
I knew her, that girl,
I knew her.