Staring at the wall.
Will she rise or fall?
Nobody ever calls.
She's in teh rain, that's not all.
Pretending to be graced.
After all that she has faced.
Her heart just raced and raced.
After this, she stands tall.
She'll try to deal with this.
If all else fails, she'll clench her fists.
Not aware of what she's missed.
When she's alone she will ball.
In front of people she seems fine.
But, by herself she's always crying.
Good for her, she wont stop trying.
She's alone, but she won't fall.
