Book of Poetry

Untold Stories

There she sits,

Reading,

Alone in the corner of the classroom,

Nothing seems to bother her,

She floats along on a cloud,

Though she is quite odd,

Wearing long sleeves,

Even in the summer.

But little do you know,

Her untold story,

For when she arrives home,

The story truly begins.

Father abusive and a drunk,

She meekly walks into the house,

With the test she just flunked.

Once he sees that paper,

You can tell her,

See you later.

Dragging her down,

Down and down,

Those stairs,

By her hair.

Tears fallen,

Bottles broken,

Blood shed.

For this is her untold story,

The one that no one sees,

Hidden behind the curtain of disbelief.