i try so hard.

Once a young girl,
barely sixteen,
Her beauty and pain a sight to be seen.
But though understanding,
we didn't intervene.
Lost in ignorance,
forgetting what we'd gleaned.

(above, but this is what my first draft was:)
there was once a young woman, no older than 16. you'd look at her (hell, you couldn't not look at her) and you'd worry. you'd worry because you know she's a good person. you'd worry because she's a beautiful girl. and you'd think these things and understand shes been hurt. understand the people who'd taken advantage of her. you'd think all these things and yet you wouldn't approach her.