Sad, little girl in the corner
Eyes so big and brown see so much and tell even more.
More than the words that never seem to pass through your lips.
How can others know what troubles you if you say nothing?
How can it be fixed if you canít tell what is wrong?
The squeaky wheel gets greased.
The silent one is assumed to be fine.
The furrow of your brow shows a sign of something.
But your lips told me that you are fine.
Little girl, little girl what do you want?
Tell me. Donít make me guess.
Do you need a hug? Do you need a compliment?
What kind gesture can I do for you? Tell me.
The beautiful smile can only convey so much.
Not a truth though.
Because the tears coming from your big brown eyes say more.