'Her' Wounded HEART

....Like a rose among thorns
She grew up worn
Trying to live and to stay tall
But it was difficult preventing a fall

....Despite knowing her age
They didn't care what was her stage
Like a book they found a new page
Forgetting those they've locked in a cage

....They end up drying her fountain
And she had to crawl to get to the mountain
So many things left for her to attain
But she is no longer in control of her domain

....Her pains was like piercing through a sore
It was so terrible she felt like a whore
Even if at the end she becomes a fore
Only then to herself she would be a bore

....In the midst of her sorrows,none was there
All they do is stand afar off and stare
Always wishing that someone was near
But never knew where they were

....She looked back to the horror
To her feminity it was an error
No one to tell her story
In silence she would receive the dowry

....Now shes left to hate
Not wanting anyone has date
Telling them all to wait
She took it like it was her fate!