Walking across the street
At defeat and incomplete
Shoes on the concreate
Not wanting a repeat
From that one night
That made her change
From what was right
To troubled ways
She looks into the wall
As night begins to fall
And remembers it all
It happened so sudden
It happened so fast
The problem was
The feeling didn't last
It happended because
She was releasing her pain
The problem was
There was nothing to gain
It happened for reasons
It wasn't that fun
It happened so she could start over again
It happened because
She didn't speak out
It happened because
Of all of her doubt
The problem was simple
The problem was there
The only problem was
That she didn't care
The problem was hurting
Her family and friends
The problem was
She was hurting herself
Again and again
The problem isn't
That this girl doesn't see
The problem is
This girl is me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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