When I was a little girl
I had teeth so crooked that they'd stick out of my chapped lips like mountains creeping over the horizon
I smiled everyday

It seems like ever since I got metal cemented to my face that my smile has withered to nothing

When I was a little girl
I  used to sit in giant pots from under the stove and beat the tune of my lullabies
The only lullabies I hear now are the voices inside my head and they're telling me I'm crazy

When I was a little girl
I would dream of monsters under the bed
Now all I see is the monsters in my head
It seems as though my biggest fears became a reality

When i was a little girl
I loved crunching sand between my toes as I'd watch the waves
Now that I'm older I feel like the beach is nothing but washed up memories of when we were a family
Each seashell is a broken dream
Every lost vacation
Every i love you
Every christmas present
Every single sea shell is shattered
The pain is still there because the mirage of our dreams are still painted upon the sea shells that sit by my feet

When I was a little girl
My mother would cut my hair and style it every morning
now that she has moved on it feels like my hairs being cut by the hands of society
Every strand they cut from my head takes away memories of when me and my mother actually got along
Then my hair ends up looking like a child cut it with safety scissors
But I try my hardest because my mother always tells me that I can always be skinnier
I can always be prettier I can always be, better...

When I was a little girl
My dad would always tell me how beautiful I was
He would always tell me how I never had a care in the world
Saying I saw the world through rose colored glasses
He taught me that its okay to not be afraid
to not be afraid of the monsters under my bed
or the voices inside of my head
He just always told me it was okay to be me,
and to always smile that crooked little smile of mine.