The Little Princess Poem by Mishelle walker

the girl use to love her life
she was the luckyest girl alive
as she grew older
everything in her world grew colder
the little princess was changing
she was managing
except her likfe was making her somehting shes not
doing things she never thought she would just cause shes in the mood.
late on night
things go to far
shes had it hard
she screams
she crys
the pain she trys to hide
enters her room
looks in the mirror this is what everyone sees in her
she starts to cut herself
only blaming herslef
she bleeds and fals
but cant help hersel
she may not be done
but her life is...