Observation Of A Girl Poem by Marie Antoinette

Alone again on winters eve,
A girl sits revising her past,
Past memories playing back like flash cards,
Images that show a different life to this
A life of laughter, joy and compassion,
A time where everyone cared and no one judged.
The girl who sits with her back to the door lets out a sigh,
You can't see her anymore,
Her head slumps down and her body shudders,
The outsider closes the door,
Sometimes it is better to pretend you haven't seen,
No-one cares, no one wills to.
People turn their heads the other way,
Rather than to help a young girl survive another day.
Daybreak comes a visitor opens the girl's door,
They find her lying; a mess on the floor,
She had given up hope,
Because that's the only thing she'd seen people do before.