They Don’t Know

They get mad at her for waking up late
But they don’t notice that she doesn’t have a clean slate
They don’t know that she’s up at 3 in the morn
Regretting every moment since she was born
Taking that blade to her skin
Into her thighs so they don’t see what’s happening within
And she cries without making a sound
Knowing she has no one to explain why she has a frown
And yes she gets up late
Because she spent all night trying to escape
Just to wake up and face you all with a smile
But you’ll always be behind by a mile