This poem is over three years old now. It is dedicated to Nichelle Smith. She isn't dead for real or anything, but she was going through some harsh times. March 20th 2003

Why do you forsake your child?
Unforgiving one.
When her life was always filled,
With never-ending shun.

Give her up to this cruel world,
With hatred in your heart.
There's no love to be found here.
From sanity she shall part.

So she steps upon the stage,
To take her final fall.
Gone from life forever now.
Hate devours all.

-Katara