Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Do you see the little children inside crying to be free?
Outwardly I look like you and any other
But inwardly my past grabs hold causing me to smother.
I did not ask for it. I cannot tell you why
Those who claimed they loved me found pleasure in my cries.
To escape the fear and sadness I knew I had to find
A way to travel safely deep within my mind.
The journey I found was simple just close my eyes and dream
and travel to that special place to escape the silent screams.
I dreamed I was a good girl who made her Daddy smile
I told myself I would not cry and I'll be back in a while.
Away I went into my dream and let others take my place
to bear the unthinkable acts for which I could not face.
The dream is over and I am now awake
feeling alone and lost and dirty and my body just may break.
The next time that you should look into my eyes
Please think of all the children who are abused and filled with lies.
Do not assume I'm doing okay based just on how I appear
look a little closer and you'll see a lingering tear.