by Megan Eckert
She walkes to school
With the lunch she packs
Nobody knows what shes holdin back
Wearing the same dress
She wore yesterday
She hides the brusies
With the linen and lace....
The teacher wonders
But she doesnt ask
Its hard to see
The pain behind the mask
A fragil soul
Cought in the hands of fait
When morning comes
It will be too late...