Silence, the Little Girl

The little girl walked quietly
Down the cobblestoned path.
She does not skip
For that is what happy children do.
No, she is not happy.
For she has a little secret
Within her bosom.
It is a secret that she can tell no one.

Because no one wants to listen.

She did try, did this little girl.
She tried telling it to those whom
She loved and whom she felt loved her.
But she got nothing but additions to her fears.
She was not to say it out
Not to strangers, not to friends
But only to the voices in her head
Who are forever watching.

Because everyone ordered her silence.

She was burnt, that little girl.
In the flames fanned by her own loved ones.
The ones she loved and loved till the very end
When the pain became too great and all the love
Was burnt till there was nothing but hate.
And then, the voices, the witnesses broke free.
Only they knew what she suffered,
Her broken and coded words.

Because all she asked for was love.

She suffered, she was destroyed,
Was the little girl who thought they loved her.
And in her ashes, they found her coded words
Engraved on her heart, as the voices deciphered them.
And as the voices read on, each word flew into
The burnt air and pierced each soul
Which had brought out the very words
Themselves into the little girl's heart.

Those who brought her down.
Those who have wronged her.
Those who had silenced her.
Those who lied about love.
Those who wanted and took.
Those who would not listen.

Her silent words flew freely,
Demolishing the town and all the
People could scream as they
Died and ran was that
"They did not know."
And the words screamed back in
Silence: You could have known
But you did not want to know.