I do not own this book.
A/N: This is a poem about how Rochelle feels about her terrible past.
With tears that fall like rain,
What troubles her?
What ails her?
The pain brought from that day,
Her father gone,
Her mother never there,
To share the pain that is still there,
Her world fell and crumbled before her very eyes,
She knew she could not stop,
She had to go on,
"Life will be lonely some time and another,"
That's what she was told when she was young,
She never took it to heart,
She is the lonely one...
I know this sucks, but please humor me...flames are welcomed!