The miseries of a little girl,
her world disolving in a whirl.

Her father uses her for power
her mother died but she is no longer sour.

Her sister was always the better one
but now the time has come for her fun.

Her brother loved her best,
but they will soon go together to rest.

The one man who changed it all,
will be the one to make them fall.

I think you shouldn't stick to conformed rhyming, i preferred your other poems, this doesnt seem as heartfelt to me, no offense

Yeah, prolly cause it wasn't very heartfelt...i'm not really very good at ryming but i figured i'd give it a try...i just wrote about someone else, not myself.