Bruised

A little girl sits alone like always
Waiting for the school bus in a silent cry
Sitting on a rotting stump beside the dusty road
Which makes her choke when people pass by

Trees are brushing in the wind and rain
With a sky a sad shade of grays and blues
A light shines through a cloud’s break
Giving her hope for a better afternoon

Bruises are covered with a faded laced dress
The wind beating against her body so frail
The pain upon her face is unbearable
With layered scars and skin so pale

Dust gathers on her replica leather shoes
In a light rain on this dreary day
Her lengthy blond hair is saturated in water
Yet only tears tumble from her face

As she puts her swollen hands to her head
She lifts herself from this world
The place that always had her defeated
Waiting for the rusted bus a miserable girl

Her hands try to hold the books for class
With cuts on her fingers from falls
And red worn nail polish
From when she played house with her dolls

Her legs are severed and bruised
With a cut that had gone so deep
She had to clean it up on her own
With countless band-aids up her knee

No one can comprehend the fact
That someone would do this to her
She constantly deals with so much pain inside
Wondering why they don't say a word

Though school to her is hardly an escape
With all the children and teachers fooled
She’ll still be waiting for that beat up bus
Despite the fact that today there is no school