You know her name, not her story.
Painful, scary, creepy, gory.
You see her smile, not her pain.
Back marked up by a twisted chain.
You hear her laugh, not her cry.
A twisted, taunting, soulless lie.
You see her happy, rarely sad.
Beaten senseless by her dad.
Never judge a book by the cover.
Even if there not your lover.
She sweet, she's innocent, she's just a kid.
The one her parents wish to rid.
Don't be harsh, don't be mean.
For the truest stories are never seen.
You don't know her, you don't know me.
And that's the way it'll always be.
~Caitlyn
