Crack, crack
went her steps
on the old
abandoned track.

She gazed above
at the trees
brushing their branches
along with the breeze.
.
No sun to be seen
but at least there
were colors
other than green.

Birds nestled in nests
from the cold
as nature
is to bbehold.

God makes such
beautiful things
as we embrace
what nature  brings.

You're just a girl
some may say.
Just someone
who has babies every day.

Just someone
who gets emotional too much..
Just an object
you think you can touch.

We are more than
just a girl.
We carry 51%
of the human world.

We stand up
with good aim.
If we fall,.
we bleed just the same.

Just a girl
should never be used.
Makes us feel
ashamed and abused.

Life is a mess.
Everything is stress.
Getting no rest.
Just praying for the best.

I know God is doing something
and I'm waiting for what that may bring.  
Tired of life's sting.
causing pain and problems to everything.  

Life is so dull and full of pain.
I want sunshine instead of rain.
It is hard when hope is your middle name.
I'm tired of losing, I'm ready to gain.

No more failing, I'm ready to win.
No more of this life's has beens. .
Tired of asking why and when?
Just ready for life to begin.

Darkness shadowed her sight.
She thought the world was dim.
The sun always passes and fades
There was never any light.
Then she saw her sunglasses' rim
and realized she didn't take off her shades.

Under that smile
lies hurt and pain.
Under that smile,
everything's the same.

Under that smile,
she trembles and thinks.
Under that smile,
everything is blink.

Under that smile,
it may seem cold,
but under that smile
she has a beautiful soul.

You only have one smile,
one laugh and one body.
You only have one life.
Make it all worthwhile.

Time goes by so fast.
You wake up every morning
for some purpose and reason
because time flies on past.

Your life is a beautiful chance.
because you only live once.
Don't let time waste.
It can be gone in a glance.

Not a sliver of glass
is broken around her.
Every inch and corner
has covered the mass.

Below her as she walks
the glass breaks and cracks.
Her feet bleed
and bleed through her socks.

Only people could see her
but she could not them.
She heard their laughs and words
and her emotions began to stir.

Why does she have to stay still
and watch every move she makes?
Why does she have to hurt
and have to yell and shrill?

She wants to breathe, not grouse.
So her feet can be free
and she can be alive
out of this glass house.