Her blond hair and blue eyes
Are nothing compared
To her feet that run
Her feet that hit the pavement
Like lightning touching down.

Her brave heart and open mind
Are nothing compared
To her arms that swing by her sides
As her lungs pump air
Like a fireman trying to put out a fire.

Her broken ends and new strands
Are nothing compared
To the thoughts that tear her apart
Coming and going like feet when running
Like cheetahs when hunting prey.

Her tears and fears
Are nothing compared
To her wants and hopes
As her eyes open another pair shuts
Like a never ending cycle.

And as she shakes her head with hurt
And wants to cry out and abuse the world
She watches a fading light
Letting the dark become her
Folding in what should be left out.

Can you help her?
This girl with nothing that compares
She is hurting and she is scared
She runs and she hides
In her she confides
Scars unseen
Wounds un-bled
Life from which she fled.