Too late.

Walking in the morning
like every day.
Smiling kids
pass on her way.

Back to the place
That they call school.
Smartest girl ever,
but she feels like a fool.

Always the same story
when she goes back home.
Catching bruises,
and feeling alone.

She pretends that she’s alright.
But they're nothing but lies.
You can’t see her emotion.
That’s hidden behind her eyes.

They never reached her a hand,
Causing damage and hate.
And the last words she said were;
“Because now you are too late”