She walks down the hall with her head down,
People judge the way she dresses and speaks.

All alone she sits in the back where she doodles in a book,
Others look over their shoulders and snicker at her.

At lunch, she sits under the tree admiring the view with classical music,
A boy watches her from a distance wondering whether he should go to her.

On the way home, she's tripped and ridiculed for being a freak,
Though they don't realise what happens at home.

In her room, she sits in the dark avoiding the confrontation of others,
Because what they don't know is she can't speak nor hear.

An accident caused by her family which in turn blamed her for it,
She was outcasted and injured without reason or justice.