They say i'm young,
Young and small.
But do they know,
I've always learned,
From my fall?

I know more than most,
My soul is the bravest.
While i'm fighting,
Lots are out there being wasted.

I've learned from my mistakes,
Still doing everything it takes.

Because i'm not done,
Actually in the middle.
But once i get out,
Who is the one being little?

Not me,
Been there done that.
Screaming, yelling,
Tears falling, eyes red.

Hate, anger,
Sadness and fear.
Always on the run,
Hoping no one comes near.

They say that i'm young,
Young and small.
But do they know,
I've already been through it all?

-anoeska