She sits there,
In the corner,
Of a padded cell,
Why is she there?
She did nothing wrong.
No one belived her,
They drove her to do it,
She took the knife,
Thrust it into,
Her mothers chest.
As her mother,
Drops to the floor,
She cries,
Why didn't you belive?
Why didn't you care?
You hurt me,
You made me hurt you too.
They should of listened,
They should of cared,
But instead they cast her aside,
Until she became a murderer,
And her mother died.
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Rite i think this is shit but mi mate sed it's good.Comment plz
