Outcast

by Isla smithley   May 4, 2005


She chooses to walk as one
though others wonder why,
the dark circles round her eyes become
from the endless nights shes cried

The one image plastered upon her face is of sorrow and utter remorse.
She tried to commit suicide in many a place for the rules her father enforced.

The scars all up her frail white arm are from the knife her father kept.
She had never meant to do any harm.
But as she murdered her father she wept.

Alone she walks and for a true reason;
This twelve year old girl committed a treason.

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