Insecurity of her own.

She bows her head and closes her eyes,
as she sheds her tears aloud.
She crosses her heart and hope to die.
The truth will follow the crowd.
She sits and watches her peer’s reaction,
their every move and motion.
Their oh’s and oh my god’s
Their advice followed by their notions.
The truth of her life comes out to all.
What they didn’t know they know now.
Why the little girl laughs the loudest,
to hide the hurt and pain deep down.
Her insecurity is her shadow,
A trail of long lost hope
She feels isolated from the world
But within her mind at times she can not cope.
The corner is her shelter,
the border from her fears.
She’s haunted by each memory,
That is the cause of all her tears.
She stays silent, she keeps to herself
Hoping someday someone will understand
Waiting till that day comes.
When someone will lend a helping hand.