Gone
She walked in scared to say a word.
In fear, her voice might go unheard.
Quiet, shy, serene young teen.
Okay with going unseen.
Her past has a hold on her.
Not planning to let go of her.
It haunts her in her sleep.
In her mind, in her dreams.
Now she's gone hung by a string.
All because her feelings went unseen.
This poem is about:
Our world