They say she is a solemn child,
They say she hardly ever smiles;
yet they never asked her why,
They don't see the tears she cries.
She can only pretend she's happy with life,
All the while, holding hands with strife;
All her trust has been stolen away,
And to receive love she's had to pay
With her entire body and mind.
But they're not aware this time
That she pays for a twisted crime;
They're not aware of the fear it breeds,
Or of the pain planted inside like seeds;
No, they only see a solemn child's face
That no happiness can ever erase.
Shannon D. Montgomery