Countless Wrongs
I remember her, small and sweet.
Not here long, but already having a sense of all the wrong.
Full of fear, but also hope, not knowing how to cope.
She’s still here, an innocent soul, who plays her role, but has no idea of the goal.
She feels it all, but now she’s built a wall. Always prepared for a fall.
She wonders if she’ll ever feel like she belongs in this world of countless wrongs.