by Vickie Vanderbush

Created on: April 01, 2009

The Broken Ones

They live in a house where they don't feel they belong,

they get attention only when they do wrong.

They go to school in clothes that don't fit,

and find there's no room where they want to sit.

They are laughed at because they can't have it all,

but in truth they have hardly nothing at all.

Some people point, some laugh, others sneer,

often they wonder how they ever got here.

Too young to earn to pay their own way,

they have what they're given without any say.

Their choices are made for them by someone else,

silent they stand like a vase on a shelf.

Often wishing they could just disappear and be gone,

overwhelmed with the emptiness of being alone.

The sadness is written all over their face

but no one seems to notice in this lonely place.

Their shoes are cheap, their hair is a mess,

no one took the time to iron that old dress.

Their face isn't clean, their teeth are not brushed,

Mornings are busy and moms always rushed.

Just a child and can not understand the cold stares,

children and teachers, no one seems to care.

This is a cold world and too great the cost,

another broken child soon will be lost.

If some one would notice and reach out a hand,

just one kind person try to understand.

But that won't happen for this child today,

one more lost child is slipping away.

No one will notice when the darkness sets in,

or where silence fell and the anger begins.

No one shares the blame for this broken one,

until the pain tears through and the silence is done.

Someday they'll be noticed somewhere, somehow,

it's a shame that nobody notices now.

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