Quiet as a mouse. Take a closer look, you may just see a child with that look. Silent screaming are loud, we just need to get our heads out of the clouds.
My head is down I make not a sound, ’cause my daddy knows how to pound. My back is sore, my walk is slower, I could hardly get off the floor. The color red trickles from my head, it looks the same as what’s on my bed. The color blue, you have no clue, is under my shirt, and it hurts. My daddy is clever like a devil, never would I lie. He has two faces that he aces, one for you and one for me, I am sure there are many more cases. You see me everyday, then you look the other way without saying, hey. Am I invisible? Don’t you see this child? Me. I need your help, I’m full of welps and so unkept. How long it has since I slept? My head is down, so are my pounds, but I am still to scare to make a sound. Is anybody listening?
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