Once an innocent child..
Now a scarred adult..
Tears of happiness quickly grew into tears of pain..
The hunger for all things free now starve for the feeling of being wanted.
Being needed.
Who is she?
What is her story?
She is no one.
Once an innocent child.
Chasing butterflies and her mother's love.
Now she roams like a butterfly looking for someone to replace her mother's love.
What should have been.. never was.
Now a scarred adult..
Sugar highs from candy into the next hit of cannabis.
The fists of freedom into the hands of a man whose eyes scream you are worthless ..
Who is she?
She is dying to be who she once was.
Where did she come from?
A stranger to her past..
A mystery to her future..
I know you .. says a voice from within.
Who am I?
Her face saddened from years of the wrong answers.
I know you .. the voice says getting closer to her mouth.
Who am I?
She demands to know.
She demands an answer.
You are beautiful.
You are free.
You are an innocent child trapped in a battered adult.
The voice is bubbling .. so close to eruption..
You are the result of God's creating of inspiration.
You are extraordinary.
She backs away, fearing the words have truth to them.
Who am I?
Her back hits the grown,
She crawls to the corner holding her ears afraid of the answer.
The voice grows from within..
Who am I?
She begs to know.
The voice crawls up from within and the taste of smooth words she hasn't recognized since childhood fall from her tongue..
You are an innocent child.
You are an exception.
You are you.
Trapped in a scarred adult.