I knew a girl who cried a lot,
I often tried to make her stop
But couldn’t, for the hurt inside
Was much too great for her to hide.
She dreamed of things that never came
And to herself she dealt the blame,
For though she wished and wanted more
She couldn’t end the blasted war
That fought inside her head each day
And so she tried to hide away.
But there were folk who persevered
and helped to stem the flow of tears.
She learned to say her hurts out loud,
Began to speak with head unbowed,
Realised that she wouldn’t break
That her smile, so often fake,
Could be more regularly true
If from another point of view
She saw the world and all its might;
And from that day she learned to fight
Another day; She’s now at ease.
She feels no need to try to please
The masses who would bring her down,
Those who’d gladly let her drown.
No longer is she full of dread
While thinking of the days ahead.