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A.N- OKay I know, another one of my terrible titles. They are becomming infamously bad.I really would appreciate a review, but I thank you for getting this far. Opening to link that is. :D

Look into here eyes, She’s pleading.

Sift down deep, under thought and shame,

Beneath the hurt that has left her lame.

See the girl with the dying smile,

Just sit and talk with her a while,

Find out why she’s cold and bitter,

Ask her why her daddy hit her.

Ask her about that awful day,

About when the social worker took her away.

She’ll only whisper, so listen hard,

About the life that’s left her scarred.

Take her hand if she starts to cry,

Hug her if she asks you why,

Don’t give her reasons,

Don’t make excuses,

When you do,

Everyone loses.

You’ll understand why she’s sometimes

Angry and cold,

And why her eyes seem tired and old.

By;

Robyn Gerris