Do you really know what happens there,
do you even have enough time and energy to care.
Do you hear the screams everynight,
that little girl attempting to get help, screaming in frght.
The little girl you say is cute,
has been for her whle life on mute.
She is scared to tell the truth and learn to trust,
but really it's a lesson that the little girl must.
She is scared to sleep at night,
nightmares out of fright.
She feels like an ugly disgrace,
begins to hate the reflection she must face.
The little girl knows nothing else to be true,
why did no one ever dropp that clue.
She has dealt with it a long time yes it's true,
she begins to give up on life and is allways getting blue.
The poor little girl next door,
crying she will do no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem