The bright light turned on,
Focusing on the girl on stage,
Blinding her with light,
Every one can see her,
Studying her move,
Waiting for her mistakes,
To be judged and never forget.
As the play started,
Countless mistakes were made,
Searing words,shames and mocking laugh were all she got,
The little girl run behind the curtains and cried.
It's just a word, they said,
It wont hurt that much,
Its's just a word, she said,
It doesn't hurt so much,
But then why,
Why did she take her life?
-Lleven
