Can one see the pain a child suffers through his/her eyes? I believe if we really look, we will be able to see it.

We walk with her and talk to her
we  play with her and pray with her
we laugh with her  alot
but her pain we don't see
her cries we have forgot
that haunted look,, a plea for help
ignorance is no excuse
ignoring is what it amounts to
she passes me everyday
but how do I reach her?
what can I say?
She is blonde, brunette,
  red curls and black ponytails
she plays at school, she sings and church
she could be five, or ten, or even fifteen
she loves to read, she loves to write
she giggles and skips rope
but her innocent eyes
are void of any hope
but I see her, I know her
and her eyes, they ask me why?
her smile says she is alright
but the eyes don't lie
Her world is in turmoil
her life, a saga of pain
her days are spent in shame
a shame that is not her own
so many of us, yet she feels so alone
She has learned that one can die
without being dead
for she dies each time
daddy crawls into her  bed,
or uncle Tom babysits
How can I help her?
how can I be the voice she needs
to help her  cry out, "no more!"
can my words unlock the "secret" door?
she is a tender flower, made to be  happy
not to bruise and make cry
she hides behind a happy scene
but the eyes don't lie.