Young Girl

If a young girl cries in her bedroom, And no one’s around to hear it, Does it make a sound? What say of the echoing of her screams, Her whimpers in the night, And her fists she'll use to pound. Disregard her furrowed brows, Her tangled hair, And her smile yet to be found. Drops of innocence trailing down her cheek, The universe fading from her eyes, And her heart falling to the ground. Will she tough it out and be brave, Picking up her shattered pieces, Leaving everyone else around? Or will she give up and give in to the pain, Causing her heart to grow cold, Stuck in the same place she was bound? No matter her choice, Her heart still aches, And her life fades into the background. But if a young girl cries in her bedroom, And no one’s around to hear it, Of course it makes a sound.