Fears Of A Little Girl - Poem by Cheré Mason
She sits quietly in the corner of her bedroom.
Windows and curtains shut.
Smudged make-up filthies her young face.
Tears crystallize in an eternity of regret.
Shivers run up her spine.
Memories are recalled.
Guilt fills her and the pain becomes unbearable.
She feels dirty. Unwanted. Useless.
She sits in her dark, dark room.
Waiting for Death to bring his carriage.
Because no one understands.
No one cares.
No one believes.
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