Monsters Are Real

Tormented and dented by external spite Eyes emanating the blight Simple behaviours are torturous tasks The sum of abuse of the past Will she learn how to smile again? Before she runs out of time The care isn't there, what a dangerous road Too young to fight it alone Scars disregarded and labelled insane How can they not see the pain? Will she learn how to smile again? Before she runs out of Time is a river, so easy to drown if foundations are built in the sand How does this happen to innocent children? It only proves monsters are real Monsters are real Monsters are real Monsters are real