Mistake Poem by uder pressure

the last time i saw her
she looked exhausted and rundown
pale and sick
her stomach had grown about 5 inches
but was normal due to circumstances

sometimes she was full of emotion
other times she sat quietly
uncomfortable in her skin

a soft sad look overtook her eyes
you could tell she was lonely
and greatful for our company

i was overwhelmed with confusion
how could she
at such a young age?
suppose to make something of life.

But she broke under the pressure
and now she suffers in
consequence.