I believe there are angels.

They live among us,

hiding behind masks

so effective

they fool even the wearer.

These masks aren't pretty

cause life's not easy, 

even for angels.

I know an angel.

The cuts on her legs

make her think she's 

a mistake.

Cause if she weren't,

then why would people hurt her?

They toss around insults

like candy.

They speak in angry tones,

hardly ever kind ones.

They brush her off

like sand.

No one pays attention,

no one really knows.

No one knows the pain she's forced to go through.

But I do.

I see the way they treat her.

I know how it makes her feel.

And it kills me.

She's haunted by demons

night and day.

They torment her.

They scare her.

They push her closer to the edge.

And I see it in her eyes...

alive but dying.

I can see through her eyes...

it's how I see past her mask.

Her eyes say the words 

her lips will not.

They plead for help,

they yearn to be saved

from the darkness

closing in...

too fast...

But what she doesn't see, 

is all the strength she needs

is within her heart already,

hidden behing the mask.

And though she may seem broken,

she's still an angel.

She has a purpose...

something only she can do.

She has her mask to help her,

cause though it seems a burden,

one day it'll lift another's.

I know someday she'll find her wings.

One day she'll understand.

But until then,

I'll be with her,

I'll give her strength,

I'll lift her up.

Cause she's my angel, 

and she always will be.

Until the very end.