down her tear-streaked face they run,
faster than the speeding cheetah
the things they say, they think its fun
but the dont no that they're killing her inside.

she takes them with grace,
dignity and head held high,
her emotion can't show on her face,
she's not going to fall into their trap.

she struggles through the day,
making herself look confident.
but inside she doesn't feel that way,
but the exact opposite.

finally at home, she can let it all out,
nothing's stopping her then,
on and on she does shout,
"why do they hate me? what have i done?"

at night they come once more,
after the day's work of strength is done,
streaming harder and harder then before,
her life has importance none.
 
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