You Can Read Me

She heard the whispers, the heartbreak, the loneliness.
She heard the secrets, the hopes, the stories.
She listened to the hatred as it blew through branches and over lakes.
She listened to the words, the thoughts, the actions.
She was never given kindness, happiness, friendships.
She was stripped of a family, of gentle words, of love.
She was the victim of bullying, the abuse, the knives.
She was a rose growing through ice and barren lands.
She heard everything.
Everything.
But she never made a sound.