Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables.
Little Cosette
Every day is
the same.
Work, work, work;
I never play.
The other two
always play,
but not
me.
"You must work
to earn your keep,"
they say.
I always am
silent;
If I am not,
she may
hit me
They other two
are never hit,
but I am.
As tears of
utter misery
stream down
my cheeks,
I wonder,
"Why do they
Hate me so?"