Who Knows?

So beautiful, it makes me hurt.
That golden hair, that golden skin.
But who knows what's underneath?

When she walks, heads turn
When she talks, people listen.
But who knows what's really up?

A million friends she has
A million dollar smile to match
but who knows what lurks beneath?

Because when I look into her eyes, i see a grief,
an agony so fierce.
But who knows what she's fighting?

Broken homes and broken lies.
Fights and fear and frantic searching.
But who knows what for?

Just 14, a brilliant life ahead.
The world is hers for the taking.
but who knows if she wants to live in it?

Can you not see the suffering there/
in those beautiful blue-green eyes that are like a window into her soul?

Because it's there.
In everything she does.
Waiting to erupt.
But who knows how she hides it?

I know.
I know that she goes home and cries herself to sleep.
I know that she is dying with every second they can't take that horrible curse out of her.
I know that she deals with one she loves in the arms of a friend.
I know that beneath all of the cheer and confidence that seems to radiate from her, there is only a broken,
confused,
lost,
heartbroken,
child.
I know this.
And yet...
Who knows who she really is?
Not I.
Nobody knows.