Death of your life.

Once apon a time she danced among the trees, she was strong and thoughtful two, picked flowers for all of you.

So some one unseen might smile, or another might leave a bunch  she made, at a grave. 

Not wanting recognition, in fact trying to stay invisible, hiding away from the people who had never accepted only accused her. 

And abused her. 
Using the legal law to protect the greed, from who they  considered a bad seed. 

Dance she can't do no more, dissatisfied by disappointment the mud that sticks. 

Hit until disabled by the emotional ton of bricks. 

Hurt taught a lesson or two, about how much weight can be put upon you, until the misery runs right through, paralyzing any chance of a positive ego, sometimes mad that she was forced to survive. 
After all the countless times she died. 

Others see, what's not there, and shunned her way two much.

For that hopeless  victimized child that no one protected. 

She waited for one of the men to value her predicament, but harsh are the dregs of society.

The pedi file's her mother welcomed in and encouraged into her room. 
Mother  sold her body for money and expected her little me to do the same. 

No rescue came, so she became a run away. 

Climbing a bank, believing that the Bravery shown, running toward the unknowns. 

But the past that she suffered in, became a permanent slander of her name. 

Tempted to give up on her own peace of mind. 

The  horrid years under a controlling foster care lady. 

Who did not listen, when again she cried no. 

So subconscious screaming, minor law enforcement, forcing her legs open again. 

Medical rape, eyes taped and tubes into her tummy from both ends. 

Undignified again. 
Humiliation happened to her, over and over, no real four leaf clover. 

I would like to know why life took so much away from you. 

You just naturally was the scapegoat of the democratic oath. 

The irony is that all the horrible brainwashing, the nasty things that they would say will stay  forever dangerous dancing within her head.