Her eyes spoke volumes,
But her lips remained quiet.
She wandered the streets,
while her friends begged for a living.
Tantrums & fun was the way of life
when I was her age,
How I wonder the ways of life
Are not the same for the same age.
I tried to avoid her,
But my thoughts wept with those angry eyes.
The more I questioned her situation to god,
The more tears I shed.
The melancholy in my mind, was not for not finding the answer,
But because the question Existed.
Wretched is the feeling of knowing,
That I am also a part of the society she hates.
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