She bled out love and found only hate,
was always early, but was told she was late.
She gave others hope, when all she felt was fear,
tried to make others smile, while they gave her tears.
Whenever she was lonely and had nowhere to go,
she wrote her name on misty windows, or in the snow.
Truly hoping one day, somebody special would arrive,
to make her smile and give her a kiss to keep her alive.
She always told the truth, when all she heard was lies,
helping others to live, when she could barely survive.
She gave people security, in return she'd be abused,
a genuine heart to aid others, though she was only used.
When she sits down and thinks out loud,
where will she be ten years from now?
She cries and shakes her head in despair,
then like now, people will not care.
She asks herself why she carries on,
giving others hope and keeping them strong.
She knows the answer, it just feels right,
because if she were to die tonight,
she'd die knowing she was not in the wrong.
Silver trophy winner
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