Little Girl Lost
Sigh…i don’t really feel much like writing an actual entry. I wrote a poem earlier. Here it is…
Little Girl Lost
Will you please look at me?
Open your eyes and really look at me.
I’m not someone I want to be.
I’m broken, can’t you see?
While I am getting older,
And my body is getting taller,
My brain seems all the smaller,
And my heart is getting colder.
The dark still gives me a fright,
When the thunder outside goes boom,
I sit here all alone inside my room,
Crying and wishing it wasn’t night.
I still get under my blankets and hide,
To get away from the monsters outside,
Incessantly they’ve tried,
But they won’t stop until I die.
I put my head between my knees,
And try to avoid the shadows,
Their faces are the worst, you know,
Breath full of the evil disease.
I don’t want them to find me,
I don’t want them to touch me,
Please get them away from me,
Please someone just help me.
They want to turn me evil too,
They want me to forget about you,
They want me to hit you and hurt you,
I don’t know who to listen to.
I’m tired of having to be strong,
It’s my turn to sing a sad song,
So, listen to me as I sing and cry,
And hear the little girl lost inside.
-Kara-
Interesting poem. Makes me think, I’m not sure if it’s the same for everyone, but that I was never really afraid of anything when I was younger, and now I am. I’d never had a nightmare that woke me up in the night until I was fifteen. There’s more to be afraid of, y’know?
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