“Why,” she asks through tear strained eyes.

  Her heart and soul have been blinded by lies

“You’re not enough,” they scream.

Now she is left with broken self-esteem.


The little girl’s pain is silent.

Fear is the driving force of the tyrant

Crippled and lonely, she reaches out

But for someone to understand is a doubt


Questions of recovery plague

Everyone else sees her struggle as vague

Unable to comprehend, she hides

Never being allowed to confide


This is her fight; she does try

The continual defeat makes her cry

Because she knows she knows she will drown from the pain

Tears of anguish forever reign