A silent shadow, trying to speak.

Day after day she was patient, trying to make her point.

Too scared to say her thoughts,

Too smart to ask out loud.

Nothing can help her, so she makes her own signals.

Eye contact, a sideways smile and a shrug,

A long sleeve shirt in the middle of June.

Covering up the truth, she tries to spread her story,

But the tunnel-vision of the public prevents it.

Like a poltergeist, she wants to be known,

Through slight and hidden ways.

She wants help and peace, but people often turn away.

They want it to go away, but go about it the wrong way.

Only the honest children can see the truth,

The unhappiness and hurt cannot escape their eyes.

They ask to help, but have no influence.

Like a poltergeist, her message is lost,

Hidden by fear and pain.