Grace

She walks to school and studies all day, Hoping her A’s will make her parents notice her in some way. But they open another bottle and raise it to the sky, Ignoring the sad little girl who just walked on by. She lays the paper down with an A marked in red, But her mother is lying face down, passed out on the bed. The same little girl comes to school the next day Bruises blackening her eyes and cuts scarring her face. The teachers wonder but none of them ask, It’s hard to see the pain behind her smiling mask. For the little girl who tries so hard not to cry Every day is a battle, a struggle just to survive. But one day she’ll shine, escape the pain and fear, She’ll find a way to love when all she’s ever known is hate, But only if you stop it before it becomes too late. So listen to the child with scars on her face, Unknown to the world but to you she is Grace.