The little girl who was always first to help,
smile on her face as she opened doors, was craving for nothing other than to be held.
A home was no place to hide,
her little heart always racing from all of the grown up fights,
She stood out for asking questions instead of following demand,
knowing deep down she's doing the right thing by making a stand.
She was never given quite enough time or attention;
slowly she became an angry girl who became scared of her reflection and was always punished back to home due to school suspensions
everyone left as she grew up so she learnt to give and please,
for as long as she gives, she'll have the attention and audience shell ever need.