There once was a girl
Who was wrongly misplaced
Who spoke to world
Viewed as a disgraced
She cried and pushed
All filled with gloom
Feeling it lowering herself esteem
As she steps in a room
Crawling in corners
Crying instead
Undeniable mistakes
Of wetting the bed
Dreams of horror
As she surmerged in pain and tears
With no hope left
As she fall under my fears
No one would ever listen
But what can I say
Society doesn't care
for one girl's treacherous day
Becoming the walking dead
Being misunderstood
Through all the pain
Hanging in there as long as she could
Be honest to her
And ask yourself
If she came to you
Would you have helped
Would you been there to push away fears
Or would you give up trying
But no one was there all along
Which was no point, she was already dying
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I would like to translate this poem