Little Girl

Look at that little girl,
Sitting all alone.
In the corner,
With her notebook,
and a pen.
She holds back tears
as she writes her thoughts,
She holds in her head,
The secrets of her past.
She doesn't tell a soul.
Tears start to fall.
She looks up.
She looks lonely.
Dark eyes.
Tear-stained cheeks.
The sparkle that was once there,
Gone.
Dull,
Empty eyes.
She looks down.
She's all alone.
She wipes her eyes.
Smears her makeup.
Black mascara.
Black smudges under her eyes.
She writes the first line of her poem,
Look at that little girl....