The Lost

A child who once was locked in cage,
And raised in underlying rage,
By parents who weren't parents,
but were children and were lost,

A girl with sweetness in her veins,
While those around had theirs as chains,
Though those locked up knew nothing,
neither hunger, heat nor frost,

A smile without a single cause,
Worn constantly, to no applause,
As the hands were busy elsewhere,
being hands with fingers crossed,

A child, this child will feel such pain
At every whisper of their names,
But wants them so much all the same,
Though they aren't hers to have
and they are not worth the cost,

A child of so few years of age,
Forever trapped within that cage,
With parents who aren't parents
but are dying and are lost.