No Choice

As I watched the children out playing, I kept hearing a soft little voice; It seemed to be saying, again and again, You really had no other choice. Remembering times when bruises were new, Those seen as well as unseen; though I'd hidden the truth from everyone else, you saw through the lie, so it seems. You knew the pain I was feeling, Though you'd never been there yourself; you saw I was hurting and lonely, so why couldn't anyone else.