Smile

I sit in this room,
Watching you.
My inocent little eyes,
You didn't care.
You drank anyway.
The pain of the bruises,
the scars, the screams.
The only thing I haven't done
In my short life,
is smile.
I go around everyday,
Knowing people are looking at me.
In disgust.
People look at me,
and say.
"Why does she go out like that?"
"Is she poor?"
"Does her mother think she's beautiful?"
The pain of the words,
It comes at me
Like a bullet.
I keep it all inside.
Never getting it out,
Never letting it go.
I hold grudges that nobody knows about.
Everyday I try to stay outside as long as I can,
knowing what i would come back to would just be more Pain.
I'm so small,
Yet you don't care.
You think It's ok to hurt me
You think I'm fine.
You yell at me,
you hit me,
you think it's funny.
Do you see me laughing?
I think NOT!!!!
You smoke,
I inhail it,
But I don't say a word.
The one thing I want to do.
I don't even think it's possible.
But the one thing I want to do,
and really mean it.
Is.......
Smile.