When she cries in the night,
you lock up her room.
When she's lonely and sick,
you push her into the cold.
When she's afraid of the dark,
you turn out the light.
When she goes for the knife,
you turn your head,
pretending not to notice.
You treat her like a monster,
a demon,
something that does not fit in.
But when you prick her,
does she not bleed?
She has no hope,
you broke down her spirit.
She has no dreams,
you took them away.
You say this is helping her,
but your just trying to change her.
You are just trying to help yourself.
This is when a dark angel wears white.
Vevely Meeka Hazaa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-a-dark-angel-wears-white/
