Didn't they see
behind her happiness
was a story full of sadness,
what impact she had
when her family called her useless?
Didn't they notice
how many tears her pillow had soaked,
deep inside she was so hurt ,
though on the outside
she was filled with silly jokes?
Didnt they feel
that she was frustrated,
from all the taunts she listened ?
But to no one, her madness she narrated.
She kept waiting to be valued,
She kept waiting to be accepted.
She is still waiting,
and she is still waiting.