Your fear is so big.
Your body can’t contain it.
So you destroy things.

Your rage is so strong.
Your jaw can’t clench hard enough.
So you hit yourself.

Your pain is so sharp.
Your heart can’t survive the hits.
So you aim outward.

You’re not a monster.
You’re not bad.
You’re not an evil narcissist.
You’re not going mad.

You’re my sweet, kind boy who feels everything so much.
You’re my tender-hearted little one who brings me joy, love, laughter and such.

Don’t worry little prince, I’m not going away.
I see you, I love you, and I’m here to stay.