Tragic silence

I am that girl who no one knows,
I will not speak without reason as far as that goes.
I am that flower that blooms alone,
I am a ninja, still as stone.

I watch as people are tortured, how they cry and yelp,
I am always scared to speak or even help.
I cry every night not knowing why,
I can only watch as people die.

I am only a child born into a family of crime,
I loathe what I am I loathe what is mine.

I know what happens when I dream,
I will wake with a horrific scream.
I can't explain what I see and most people don't care,
I can only stay quiet as I take their hateful stares.

No one likes me I am too different, too weak,
Everyone isolates me but still I stay meek.
That is why I stay hidden, sometimes in plain sight,
And they can never find me not even in light.

My dream always tell me I will die lonely,
That's what I'm afraid of, I hope I die slowly.
My biggest fear is dying where no one can find me,
I feel safe hidden but I hope that will not always be.

But until someone finds me I will stay silent,
Forever alone, dying in tragic silence.