She was a good girl 

an innocent child, new to the world

thrown into life

with no clue what to do 

she tried to stay pure, she tried to avoid

the real world problems and troubles

but she soon realized her choice;

conform or ignore.

She chose to follow the crowd and gave in;

A girl who was innocent, now coorrupt;

A teen living the college life, 

parties, drugs, and sex.

She new no consiquences, she had been lucky;

until her luck ran out and this good girl gone rotten,

was now a child raising a child. 





This poemm is close to the heart and something that has really been bothering me. Enjoy

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