what goes around...

never one to be loved hugged or touched a little girl banished away, for a life of pain secretly emotional outwardly stone faced she screams deep down but there's no one to see her frown she painted a mask to keep herself safe at least, this way, there was no path to her grave buried under blankets, her only comfort pinched and pushed away down, towards her plummet now she's not so little anymore but controlled by her little self, carried herself so sore she's working towards that new life one that's no longer filled with strife she'll be happy; she's getting there and soon they'll all get their own fair share.