Where the Broken Go

Little Angel

They pulled her hair and spit in her face,

Not knowing they were damaging her inside...

They laughed and told her she was out of place,

Taunting her to run and hide...

Day after day she struggled to find,

Just one person to help her up off the ground...

One caring word to ease her mind,

But day after day there's no one around...

No one wondered why she couldn't cry,

Or what her life was like at home...

No one knew how deeply she longed to die,

Or how she felt so cold and alone...

They poked and teased without a care in the world,

While her strength slowly faded...

They broke this poor little girl,

Without consequence they berated...

Then one day she didn't return,

To their smirks and their sneers...

They didn't feel there was any cause for concern,

After all, they were a jury of her peers...

She had already been tried and sentenced,

Of crimes no one would ever understand...

Their reasoning was truly senseless,

But popularity seems to be in high demand...

Meanwhile this little girl fell hard from sorrow,

And truly believed she'd never be like you and me...

Feeling as though there was no hope for a better tomorrow,

This little angel set herself free.

~Copyright Amanda Wakefield 2014 

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