Maybe, Just Maybe

Most pass her on the street
And pretend she’s not there,
Some take a single glance
And quickly turn away
With a look of disgust.
It seems that no one takes the time
To consider her story.
It seems that no one
Is willing to look past
The deep red marks
That show so bright
Under her tired and pain ridden eyes,
The red marks created by
The black tears
That fall from those eyes each night.
It seems that no one
Is willing to look past
Last nights dried black eyeliner
That streamed down her cheeks
With the rain in her eyes,
The rain that seems to never go dry.
The site of the smeared lipstick
Is too much of a turnoff
And the lose strands of tangles red hair
Aren’t much of a turn on,
But if only they could see
Past all the things on the outside
That they’d rather not see.
Perhaps if they stopped
And really looked at her
Perhaps talked with her a while
Then they would get to know
The real girl behind all the years
Spent with old lonely men
Who’ve got nothing but money to spare,
Perhaps then they would know
That this is not where she wanted to be,
Out here on the street with no place to go,
That she didn’t want to live the life she does.
They got to know who she really was
Then they’d know
That she wanted to be a scientist,
Wanted to be the one
To make ground breaking discoveries,
The one to change the world
With something that not many understand.
She’s tried so hard
To turn her life around,
But it something she simply can’t do
At least not on her own.
Sometimes she wonders,
“Maybe if somebody would try
To look past what’s on the outside;
Maybe if somebody would take the time
To get to know who I really am
And lend me a helping hand;
Maybe, just maybe,
Then I could turn me life around.”