A lost girl's poetry.

Fine (Forgotten Ignored Not loved Excluded)

A smile plastered on her face,
While she feels like a disgrace.
She's lying to you every time,
She tells you that she's, "perfectly fine."
Every night, in the dark,
She wants to go away, go very far,
The only thing to numb the pain,
Must be hidden the next day.
Next time you ask, "what's wrong?"
And she replies, "oh, nothing."
Lift up her sleeves and find the scars,
Of the hidden battle she's fighting,
When she smiles and lies away,
Hug her and say, "your not fine. But please stay."