Help me help me please why can't I be a child anymore? what can't I be innocent? I screamed as they beat me until I bled and said that is was my fault my fault for being ugly When I was just a little girl I had all the things in the world I had my innocence and my mother and that's all the mattered But today they drag me out of the house and leave me in the cold behind a dumpster and say it's my fault that I am guilty I am still a child! leave me alone... you are killing me youare guilty I am beautiful! And yet they leave me out here with the rats and the dirt and thell me that i am ugly and that I will never be anything My mother told me once I could be anything I wanted and I said all I wanted was to shine as bright as the north star and she said if I believed in myself that I would shine even brighter And yet I sit here in a mud puddle and clutch my youth by a string and I try to go on even though it is so tempting to give in and let myself die