It just is ...

I wondered why again today,
why my life turned out this way?
A little girl was lead astray,
when all that someone had to say was -
that filthy bastard deserves to pay!
But it just is what it is.

Why did noone seem to care,
what burden this little girl had to bare?
A secret far too ghastly to share,
a family all too well aware,
but never spoke? It isn't fair!
But it just is what it is.

For deeds so violently committed,
An evil man so quickly acquitted?
The girl grows up to be conflicted,
a world of hell will be permitted,
such damaging acts - all self afflicted!
But it just is what it is.

An evil man dies quietly,
Why does the time pass silently?
If only he had let me be,
a girl who grew up peacefully -
he watched me die so knowingly!
But it just is what it is.

For me justice was never served,
why don't they get what they deserved?
My innocence was not preserved,
I was used and not reserved -
and they are free? - how obsurd!
But it just is what it is.