A Girl

writtin in school

Hiding from what she is
A girl so innocent
A child so burdened
Only work, no conversation, neither dependent or a fool
She worked through the endless, dreary and depressing
No talk at all, no trust in them
She is only a girl

Blood on the hands of the father
The mother pale as a ghost
Even when old, lonely and Jealous
There are changes in our world around
She no longer felt safe, no longer from harm
So much confussion, so much plee
She is only a girl

Crimson on the browned grass
Guilt and burden for someone so young
There was no escape but forced to watch
Not able to except who she is
She is human wheater strong nor weak
But yet again someone echos
She is only a girl