Ecoute moi.

This is for You.

Smiling lips; they tell you more,

Than words that ever escaped them,

Hiding those raging screams bursting within,

Speaking to you with deafening silence.

Those eyes that gleam in this darkness,

The light in the dark within,

The light that banishes those images that prance around in the mind,

Telling you stories of bloodshed with every blink.

Hands that move lightly, tucking a lock of hair behind the ear,

With every grip, they're fighting the hate eating the insides,

They're fighting as they're rested on the lap,

Fidgeting, shouting at the world the horror of the battles they've fought.

And still so serene, the look on the face,

The face of the girl you see, not know,

The face of the girl that begs you in her silence,

To listen to the stories she does not tell.