She was only eighteen,
her problems not overseen.
But between danger and salvation,
There is the common misinterpertation
she needs help,
put a smile on that face.
She doesn’t want to laugh,
but to be left alone.
There is no trace of rough eloping,
No friend, lethargic to the bone.
She has a hard time coping,
Struggling with being an outsider.
Caught in a web from a spider.
A friend would work miracles.
But we don’t believe in God,
listening to oracles laying the Tarot with a nod.
Make her less blue.
Remember to say hello as she stumbles besides you.