Concrete Angel

Concrete Angel

My sweet angel
With stone covered wings
Unable to fly and escape reality…
Can’t you see her crying all alone?
Because of her tears and broken soul
She’s hiding something, holding something back
A secret? A face masking the sorrow?
Those stains that are on her hands
They ask her questions and she replies with a smile
Something to be amused with, perhaps worthwhile
To pretend nothing is fractured or tainted
Things she sees are lies that are painted
But everyone knows something wrong with that child
Holding a burden and sin to her life
She has scars on her face, seems like a poor pathetic disgrace
A little beatings of bruises “it’s nothing”, she replies
As she pretends it was another accident and moves along humming a song
She wishes at times that she was never brought to the world
To never have breathed her first breath
To never have been born to this punishment
But she cant change what is fated
One has the choice to choose
But she had none from the start
She has to be clever and smart
In order to survive
To see everything and live on..
The beautiful sorrow that takes place in this hell,
She’s forced to call “home”
Comes to house of fights and frights
Because the monsters are there tailing her movements
Place smells like smoke and beer
Moms out cuz she has disappeared
Hasn’t come back in years
She was her mistake and has left her all lonesome… left ever since she was born
Torn and crawling, seeing or wanting something more than this
With this mad man called her so called “father”
Dad is with his friends all drunk lying there
Some girls and guys looking with glares… not wanting me there
Short petite dresses and guys hands on the waist
Longing for something in haste
A perfect view with a tint of Infidelity on their side
He, her father doesn’t even care whether she came or not
She goes to bed early, skips dinner due to the fact that her dad is messing around
She walks slowly away from the dangers, but is caught
Just another scratch, nothing much…
Day has awaken again
She packs her lunch to school
Trying to fool with that gaze
Those deep eyes that tell a story and search for a helping hand
But no one is brave enough to do so
She drones her little song
And moves along
Like nothing ever happens
Waiting and watching for a miracle … for someone to love her and hold her
A word called “family” that she only has heard of but doesn’t no the meaning
Waiting and watching everyday…
Walking and singing that little song of hers…