Young Girl Poem by lindsey ashton

There she stands starring at the ground,
Unaware of what's happening all around,
Why is she sad, what does she know,
What could have happened to fill her with woe?
why is she frightened, why is she scared,
Why is she silent not wanting to be heard?
Why doesnt she move or make a sound,
Why does she stand there starring at the ground?
in a picture of sadness i feel her pain,
so strong its bitter it drives her insane.
I try to get close, but cannot get near,
Each step I take she steps to the rear.
She lifts her head and looks at me,
Showing fear and pain for me to see.
A darkened tear of blood and hate,
Glides down her cheek to hide her state,
Her anger and pain lock her in a place
Where she cannot show emotion on her face.
It keeps her there, it locks her away,
Not allowing her to break away.
This poor young girl, who could she be?
Suddenly she's close,
This girl is me.