One Little Girl Poem by Rebecca Pepper

She won’t make a sound
Won’t ask to be saved
Because there’s no-one around
No-one to give the attention she craved

But not once does she cry
Nor does despair know her name
Alone she lives in their lie
Trapped in a tortuous game

You she her standing there
No bruises show nor can she tell
Doesn’t know her life is unfair
For their fun it’s her body they sell

But not once will she say
“I am scared”, nor will she scream
Because she thinks it’s the only way
That she can live with a soul so unclean

This girl barely of age
Sits there alone in pain
In their deathly mental cage
Do you think she is happy or sane?