Tales Of The Truth

Alone

Another night in a hundred dozen

Another tear running down her face

This is her life

But no one cares,

They all just look away.

A simple scream

But no one hears it,

A cry for help that they all ignore

Yet they still wonder how

She doesn't back down

From her constant internal war.

The tears on her face as clear as crystal,

They all pretend they do not see.

Yet the tears still fall down,

Without making a sound,

With no one to wipe them clear.