Blind
Whispers flowing across the room, secrets being told.
Laughter fills the air, feeling being hurt.
Tears fill the eyes, people hearing silent cries.
Silent cries for help, those cries grow louder.
Every time there is laughter, everyone thinking everything is just a joke.
So they poke and they poke and they poke , until that person screams.
Because those cries for help weren't working.
They always think it is funny until it happens to them.
They always thinks it is funny until they finally open their eyes.
They must be deaf because those cries , those screams for help were not heard.
They must be blind because even when they open their eyes they couldn't see that laughter lies .
They couldn't see the fake smiles, about to turn in to frowns.
They didn't see the tear filled eyes, they didn't see the hurt.
They saw NOTHING!!
And so they did nothing.
Or could they see and just didn't want to admit to anything.
They didn't want to give a "sorry"or "my bad".
They just wanted to walk away .
And act like nothing happen, like they do time and time again.
And that's were the real conflict began.
But in the end that young restless girls cries weren't heard.
They were lost behind the laughter of the ones she called friends and family.
It's crazy how smiles, words, and laughter lied.
It's crazy how them cries were never heard .
It's really funny how they never learned until it was their turn .
~April Jones~
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