This is the story of a girl.
A girl who lives in fear.
Her life isn't happy.
Yes, she has a home.
And a family.
But she wishes she doesn't.
When people ask her how she is
She replies with fine
She used to say it so they wouldn't ask questions,
but now its a habit.
And nothing could be further from the truth.
She isn't fine.
If you asked her friends,
they would say that she is clumsy
and she always falls and gets bruises.
She isn't clumsy.
This is a story of a girl.
Her father abuses her.
Her friends wonder why they never come over to her house.
Its because she's afraid.
Afraid that they'll she what her life is like.
She doesn't want sympathy.
So she doesn't tell anyone.
She lives her life,
and if you saw her you would think,
'She must be happy.'
She's the girl that smiles and laughs,
but none of it is real.
She just wants someone to come and hold her hand.
to tell her that its going to be okay.
That she'll wake up and it'll all be a dream