Poem... "untitled"

She was young, barely 18 years,
Highschool behind her, all the world ahead.
Blind ambition, not a worry or fear,
Until the day childhood fled.
 
This cannot be, she desperately prays.
She takes the test and awaits her death sentence.
The ruling comes like a firey blaze.
Too late for any repentance.
 
Scared and alone, but she couldn't speak.
They wouldn't understand. They'd hate her she knew.
A silent tear slipped down her cheek.
She realized what she had to do.
 
The day comes. She arrives to smiling faces.
Reassurance that maybe a wrong thing can be right.
And like a well rehearsed play the doctors take their places,
To begin a tragedy She'll forver fight.
 
-Hannah
 
This is just a rough draft. It's not finished yet either, but I'm sort of stuck here.