Sitting in light for all to see,

But always wishing never to be.

Opportunity, taken when young,

So the path is a straight one.

No choice but to follow,

The one moves like a shadow,

Running through the emerald trees,

Not caring for ruby injuries.

Finally stopping at a lake,

This poor one had nothing left to make.

One final step, out of their shoes

Laying them on dry ground to hold a clue.

Placing a note for all to read,

Hoping that someone will at least,

Going to the water for sweet release,

The young girl lays down for ease.

Wanting to remove these voices

To leave the world of few choices,

She releases a deep breath above the water

And relaxes as she goes under.

Finally was thought, but never understood.

Not till now with scars on her hood.

The father made all her so stressed.

But now her mind is at rest.