this is the story of a girl
who is conditioned to believe
that her achievements aren't worth
celebrating, because there are
others doing better than her.

this is the story of a girl,
who's afraid to talk in a group
because she's been conditioned
to believe that what she has to say
isn't worth adding to the conversation;
tired of having people talk over her.'

this is the story of a girl,
who's afraid to in the dark,
afraid that one of the horrors in her
mind have managed to crawl out
and haunt her.

this is the story of a girl,
who never feels like she's good enough.
a girl who tries her best with every
chance, but she's been conditioned
to believe that she can't do it.

this is the story of a girl,
who second guesses every opinion
that she shares, because she's been
conditioned to think that her opinion
is one of those that doesn't matter.

this is the story of a girl,
who feels like she doesn't matter,
because when she was reaching out,
desperate for someone to tell her that she
will be okay, nobody paid her attention.

this is the story of a girl,
who often loses hope, and always
find it difficult to regain it.

Why do you have to tell her
To come back home before dark?
Why do you have to tell her
To wear what they want her to wear?
Why do you have to tell her
To sit with her legs crossed?
Why do you have to tell her
to look around when she bends down?
Why do you have to mould her
In to something she shouldn't be?
Why do you have to tell her
That she needs to be perfect?
When you know that perfection
Is like trying to walk to the horizon.
Why cant she just be?
Whatever comes naturally?
Why can't she walk around in pants?
Run like she actually can?
Let her be what she wants to be.
Let her dream what she wants to dream.
What the 4 year old you wanted to dream.
Let her be a person.
And you can find your dolls in the market.