Hot tempered
An unborn member
Fearful of joy
She is her own toy
Caged by society
Confused with bisexuality
Locked up in her own thoughts
She could of cried but her throat is clogged
All corners of her mind
Seem not to be kind
The monster haunting her
Is the sadness of a young girl who died in a massacre
May she be set on fire
She should of yelled louder
Her walls are getting tighter

Silence.  

No more struggle
The pain is over
She wakes up to see her own daughter
Quiet and still
She remembers her strong will
Beautiful she lays
Small and perfect
With eyes like her own
The creation worth living for
Her daughter so tiny
Asleep next to her
She knows there is no hiding
Only to face and deal with the struggles
For her delicate little child
The constant reminder of why she is alive
They're always the same problems
And they may get worse
But she takes a deep breath in
Because she knows how much she's worth.
How much she means to someone
To know what it's like to be alone.
Well that is a feeling she will not let her baby girl know.