Piercing Eyes (Pt.2) Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

She's lost
even with the broken bicycle.
There they are, around the block
the same ones as the playground.
All with a shiny new backpack,
they all still have many tears.
She still has the injury,
when they thought her eyes were a lie.
They all shout just one word.
Just like the demons they send to visit.
They still hate her many shades,
they already shattered
many, those thieves.
No one will speak the truth,
They just throw fruit.
They won't be bury.
They are still.