Twenty

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Twenty

Just sixteen and already been through so much,
Everyday she smiles, she laughs,
But there is no sparkle in her eyes. 
Eighteen years she's been on this earth,
And from the time she was still young,
Filled with innocence and youth,
She's cried and spent many nights wishing she were dead.
Now she's twenty,
Just turned a week ago,
And her heart and mind have been broken.
She screams for help,
But no matter how many people are around,
She's ignored and pushed aside.
'No one cares,' she cried to herself.
A few years later,
Her dreams of being happy would have come true.
But the pain was too much to bear,
And she gave herself the release she needed.
Just sixteen and already been through so much,
Everyday she smiles, she laughs,
But there is no sparkle in her eyes.
Eighteen years she's been on this earth,
And from the time she was still young,
Filled with innocence and youth,
She's cried and spent many nights wishing she were dead.
Now she's twenty,
Just turned a week ago,
And her heart and mind have been broken.
She screams for help,
But no matter how many people are around,
She's ignored and pushed aside.
'No one cares,' she cried to herself.
A few years later,
Her dreams of being happy would have come true.
But the pain was too much to bear,
And she gave herself the release she needed.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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