what we become

This little girl she sits in her bedroom waiting for someone to take her away she twiddles her thumbs and twirls her hair waiting for someone to notice or care she talks to her friends they say get out of that place but it takes too much courage too much strength and grace this little girl is growing so fast she stares at the ceiling and looks at her past the walls are moving shes done it again taken an escape taken from a friend shes not so little not so innocent with money and words and harshness long spent now this little girl's a sinner and a thief a whore and a failure and a heathen like me