Observe the girl, donning the floral apron

and flaunting the trimmed ribbon in her brown hair

like a prize that seems insubstantial to some, but

treasured by the vagrant boy who knows nothing more.

She holds a good-natured smile and keeps her mother's values

aligned with her heart, obediently attending Sunday school

every morning without a second thought and bringing small gifts to

her nanny every Saturday.

But do you see behind the facade?

Beyond the image of a docile girl,

deep down into the eyes of a troubled soul

who knows not what to do next?

Maybe you don't, but she does.