Standing on the road side, hair hanging down around her.
There is sadness written in her face.
She is leaving.
Her only thought is to leave and never come back.
Hopes to find a place that will except her for what and who she is .
This life has been a creul to her.
So unkind, so unforgiving.
She has to leave.
The wind blows her hair into her face as a car goes speeding by,
hitting a muddy puddle near by and splashes her.
Now wet she just cries.
She cries for the people she is leaving, for the friends that will
worry, for the family that will never understand.
09/13/08 AC