The world spins but she finds a way to stay calm.
Not showing that something's wrong.
A bottle in one hand and a fist is the other.
She stares in disbelief at her mother.
But she still wore a smile, and her laugh was sweet.
That would match the birds and how they singed.
A surprise she kept, and others knew.
And it was a storm she would brew.
But even if the wind blew her away,
She would still find her way.
Tears stung her eyes.
But she swore she was alright.
Even with the fights.
And the rumors and lies.
The people who picked on her and called her names..
Would soon realize their acts were stupid games.
But until then, she'll keep to herself.
Keep the feelings on the top shelf.
And if someone asks what's wrong.
With tears and a smile, she'll lie, and act strong.
And go through life like a song.
To realize that the strength was in her all along.
She belongs.
