I read if I should die aloud

Middle of the circle

The pain of which I hoped and prayed

Would not be universal

 

Talking little girl and lilies

Talking please just let me die

Those with happy childhoods

Need never apply

 

And when confronted with the truth

Confronted with the story

Never have I ever felt a high

With so much glory

 

It will forever be a favorite moment

Faced with all the facts

When my mentor heard my poem and

Very nearly shat his slacks