she sits there alone,

confused and hurt,

her hopes and dreams,

left somewhere in the dirt,

she sits and wonders why,

why is she hurting,

why does she cry?

she struggles through life,

almost a teenage mother,

knowing that somewhere out there,

her baby has a rapist for a father,

although her boyfriend loves her,

and offers to be her protection,

all she really want is love and affection,

her parents;argue everyday,

her father;non stop yelling,

her mother;constantly crying,

nothing is good,

no matter how much i give up,

nothing gets better,

so still i sit here crying,

looking at the problem,

continuously trying..