The young girl cried

The young girl cried
Behind her hands
No-one knew how to help her
No-one knew her plans
Could't take the torment!
Couldn't take the pain!
Why was life so unfair?
Why were they so mean?
Why could no-one see her pain?
The parents all were blinded
Their little teens so sweet
No lies could possibly come
From between those sweet lips!
No hisses or nastiness
In those sweet tongues!
How wrong they all were!
As they were blinded by their young
"No problems with my child!
She would never say
Anything to hurt anyone
Not my little pearl!"
So the poor girl was hounded
No place to run
They even infiltrated
Into her little group
They were the ones
Who spilled dirt into her soup!
She was blamed for every little thing
No peace at all
Where they had their nasty ring!
Always their words with the hurtful sting!
What could any mother do?
Even the school was useless
Nothing they could do!
To stop those spiteful teens
When they were after you!