#littlegirl
People have said I used to be embarrassing
Little me way different from me now, Emery
She couldn’t dance, couldn’t sing
But that little girl is still inside of me
And you said that she wasn’t smart
For walking into the trap of a *********
And when you all ignored her and her broken heart
Only she was there to stay a while
So when you insult her, you insult me
Even though she was a little embarrassing
I’ll show her the whole brilliance of the world to see
Because I love her more than anything
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
I wonder what younger me would think now,
looking at my face.
Would she still think I was pretty?
Would she still think I was nice?
Would she still think I was smart.
Would she still see herself in me?
Would she still see
the girl who hid under the kitchen sink,
and danced in the rain,
and sang until she was put to bed?
Would she still see something worth saving?
Some piece of me that was heaven-bound?
I still feel like her.
I feel like I'm still that small,
like I'm weaving between the legs of people in the crowd,
looking for my mother,
looking for someone to guide me,
but finding only stranger's hole-ridden jeans.
lost.
a lost little girl.
a lost little girl,
fading in and out of existence.
a lost little girl wearing
a polka-dot dress.
a lost little girl
looking for home.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 8:41 PM UTC
little girl, little girl,
look at you now,
wrapped up in blankets,
in a cradle,
with people holding you,
and smiling,
but just you wait, little girl.
little girl, little girl,
look at you now,
crawling on the floor,
banging pots and pans,
with people looking,
and laughing,
but just you wait, little girl.
little girl, little girl,
look at you now,
on your own two feet,
with a backpack on you,
with people coming over,
and playing,
but just you wait, little girl.
little girl, little girl,
look at you now,
with a pen in your hand,
learning how to be smart,
with people teaching,
and praising,
but just you wait, little girl.
little girl, little girl,
look at you now,
everything’s a little bit harder,
learning how to grow up, but it’s better,
with people helping,
and caring,
but just you wait, little girl.
little girl, little girl,
look at you now,
in front of the mirror,
hating everything in you,
with people whispering,
and wounding,
but just you wait, little girl.
little girl, little girl,
look at you now,
fractured on the floor,
never ever good enough,
smart enough,
pretty enough,
perfect enough,
E N O U G H.
with people hating,
and mocking,
but just you wait, little girl.
little girl, little girl,
look at you now,
you made it this far,
and there’s still more to go,
with people loving,
and cheering,
but just you wait, little girl.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 8:14 PM UTC
i see you
crying in silence,
trying not to be heard,
trying not to be seen.
i see you
wiping away your tears,
trying not to be sensitive,
trying not to be a burden.
all you wanted
was someone to hold your heart
with the same softness
you held theirs.
i’m sorry no one saw you.
but—
i see you.
i hear you.
and i love you.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
To my younger self.
You will struggle.
You will fail.
You will fall.
But don't you ever give up.
In years to come, you will struggle with less.
Be loved more.
And get up faster.
If you knew then what you know now.
This stage you're going through wouldn't be so hard.
When you feel lost in the world and hopeless.
Remember these words I tell you now.
You will be where you are meant to be.
You will be with who you are meant to be with.
And ********* you will succeed.
Why?
Because: You. Never. Gave. Up.
Dec 9, 2021
Dec 9, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
She wanted to travel
Unravel the world
Like famous explorers
Who's wandering was all the will to ask
If there was anything beyond the horizon
That they could see.
Now shes everywhere -
Frozen stare, pigtails and grey red uniform,
Tie needling south with the straightness of a compass
And shes lost.
Where is she?
Everywhere anyone turns
Trapped in the undergrowth
Where cans and cat **** go to pasture
Her wrinkled smile
Is caked onto the branches
Paper machet - ed and as brittle
As an old map.
She breaks apart like bread crumbs
That will never lead her home.
Have you seen her?
Not tumble weeding her news
Across the m2
Or pinned to a lamppost
Weeping her ink into the missing
like a watercolour.
Have you spied her?
Not tied with weak ribbon
to brown stalks who's little
Notes speak of hope
And other things, like Angel's and innocence,
The innocence shes frozen in.
Can you find her?
Not hopefully
Flying her flag of the forgotten
On the tv
Budget crew
Remaking her last seen
With shaking cameras
And discount queens of the smaller screen
Hoping for Hollywood.
Is there a tangible
Left to her name
Thrown as it has been across
State lines, and small places
That only the locals know.
She has Columbus - ed the globe
And she only left home
Walked down her drive
And disappeared.
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
How am I supposed to react
When inside my own body
I feel so trapped
I'm expected to be what I present
But that doesn't reflect me
And this person you see, I've began to resent
Her pronouns don't feel like mine
And they haven't for a while
But changing them has helped over time
Sometimes it feels okay
Others I can't take it
Because how I feel changes day to day
The girl you see who wears the skirts
Who wears makeup to be confident
Isn't a girl at all, and feels like dirt
When you call me beautiful
I don't know how to feel
It feels so unusual
My body doesn't feel like mine
It belongs to a woman
If it didn't maybe I'd feel fine
My clothes don't reflect me
Neither does my makeup
This isn't who I want to be
I'm scared I'll never look neutral
Maybe you'll always see a girl
It just feels so brutal
The person you raised
Isn't who I grew into
I'm a new person today
I've never came out
But it's because I'm still so unsure
And if I told you you'd feel doubt
You raised a girl
Not someone doesn't feel right
A child who'd grow to wear dresses and pearls
I was always your princess
Never your prince or neither
But I've never felt secure in a dress
I'll never feel feminine
Not how you perceive it
But how I feel it is relevant
The tiara never fit my head quite right
And the long hair felt wrong
I wish I could change overnight
One day you'll know
I'll explain it all to you
But until then, I'll continue to grow
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
Two eyes in the mirror, looking back at me,
Forcing me to peer beyond what the eyes refuses to see.
Begging me to acknowledge what I’ve tried so hard to hide,
So it’s times to be brave and address the little girl inside.
It’s okay to be afraid, I know what you’re going through,
You don’t have to feel alone, I’ll take this journey with you.
I’m sorry for all the neglected cries you have tried to express,
I’m sorry for all the times I’ve ignored you, thinking that I know what’s best.
Forgive me for all the times when I’ve avoided you,
It’s just that acknowledging you is something I’ve tried hard not to do.
Forgive me for all the times I’ve refused to hold your hand,
I’m sorry for all the times I’ve left you sinking in quick sand.
You deserve to be loved and yet I just left you alone,
Please forgive me for abandoning you to survive on your own.
Forgive me for not showing you how to demand what you are worth,
I should have taught you about your value, you’ve been a queen since birth.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
The little girl’s arm was just long enough to touch the top of the lake. She lay at the end of the pier on her stomach, with one arm and her head floating over the edge. Both feet kicked the air in a steady rhythm. She tapped that same rhythm onto the water, one finger at a time.
thumb-index-middle-ring
pinky-ring-middle-index
thumb-index-middle-ring
pinky-ring-middle-index
The Payne’s gray sky cast a languor over her town, and soon she would be called back inside.
Why was this Friday afternoon so boring?
Within the dark drum in front of her, she saw a glowing fish radiating an orange luminescence. She beamed a smile and waved at the tiny creature.
It swam away. She pouted a tut, but bowed her frown, aware of the wistful fated nature of all things.
She stood up to leave, but before turning she spotted the fish again, in its mighty illumination. She smiled and waved, and as she did the entire lake lit up in a cauldron of flaming fish. They swam around, an oil painting alive right before her eyes. Her hands came up to her wowed cheeks as she laughed with euphoric glee.
And as soon as it had come it went, and only the one gleaming fish remained.
The little girl said thanks, and the fish departed.
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by Aleksander Mielnikow
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
Here is a little girl
With dark lashes
And eight-looped braids
Her limbs as
Thin and white as bone
She’s shivering in the cold
Of her thoughts a
surging, raging ocean, a dark horse.
Her face downturned violently,
As if she had no neck,
She swings with the breeze of
A thousand cold breaths
Her breast cold, as if
She hadn’t any heartbeat.
Here hangs a little girl
The subject of damnation by
A hundred harsh thoughts,
A thousand cold shoulders,
And the godless hell in which she resided.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
Once there was a little girl
full of hope and love
skipping, smiling
oh silly little girl
seeing bruises and hate
seeing reality, the way the world was
oh little don't cry this is how the world works
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
I was a little girl
I was sitting on a bench.
I saw a man claiming
"I have a big thirst to quench".
I looked at him
And gave him a big smile.
He was near me
Not even a mile.
Wrinkles on his face
Starving to death.
I offered him a candy
But he was already on ****
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
Every time I attempt to sit down with my mom and talk about my mental state
She somehow warps the story into the idea that I am simply stressed out because I am not trying hard enough in school
And I sit there and take her words
Shoving them down my throat in an attempt to make them fact
But they do not fit the gaping hole in my chest
Her words are mismatched puzzle pieces trying to portray two different pictures
But she’s not wrong
School is one of the causes of my anxiety but not in the way she thinks it is
I walk into school every day
a new lollipop flavor in my mouth
Hands shoved into pants pockets
A false swagger used as a shield
So they don’t know that I cried myself to sleep last night
I have created the perfect girl
She walks into the room
Smile bold and blazing like the summer sun
A new joke slips past her lips
Causing her classmates to hunch over in stitches
And in those seconds she wipes the remaining tears from when she cried because she looked in the mirror for too long
The girl I come to school as
Has a heart of gold
And her arms wide open to embrace everyone she sees
She holds them close to her chest so they don’t see her cry
She walks into a room
Bold and brash and brazen
Shouting
Look at me I am a star
Look at me I am shining
Why don’t you see me shining?
Notice me
Notice my happiness
Notice my confidence
Notice my high self-worth
I shout and I shout and I shout
All so they won’t notice the cracks and creases on my exterior
This girl that I am from the moment she steps into the building
Until the moment she touches down on her bed
Walks like the world is her runway
Flashes her painted on smile like it's her ticket to happiness
Her skin is stitched together by quirky comments
Corny jokes
And faux vibrato that reverberates in her chest so she can shout my words out to the room as if she is the Queen of the world
The fictional heroine I composed
A character I have created because no one wants to be friends with the girl who dreams of killing herself
No one wants to be friends with the girl who shoves her fist in her mouth at 2:00 in the morning
Hoping to choke down her sobs so she would not bother anyone
No one wants to friends with the other part of me
The one who puts the lollipop in her mouth to block the screams from ripping out her throat
To cease the quivering of her voice
The one who twirls the stick in her fingers so you won’t notice the violent shaking of her hands as she looks for something to hold onto
Something to control
Something to rip
Something to shred
To hopefully not tear out her hairs and huddle into a ball in the corner of the classroom
So she keeps ******* on that stick of comfort
To steady her nerves
To not cry out
Help Me
For this is not their problem
Not their baggage to drag behind them
Her shoulders have become pedestals for her pain
Because it is hers alone to carry
They do not need to see it
I have come to the conclusion that I am a pathological liar
a body snatcher who transforms into the person she dreams of being every ******* day
and you may call this identity theft because she’s not truly me
The little girl that I truly am deep down inside is still afraid of the dark
Still scared of heights
Still petrified of clowns
But she’s even more horrified by the thoughts that run around in her own mind
She’d rather face a thousand killer clowns on the top of Mount Everest in the middle of the night
Than sit alone with her thoughts in her hands
Weeping out the story of a girl who’d rather die than keep breathing half of the time
Tears clog my eyes and blur my vision
I can feel the oxygen slipping out of my lungs
I can feel the heat pool in my chest
I can feel them start to shrivel
Hyperventilation occurs
As I begin to heave my chest outwards hoping to fill this void
I can’t breath
I can’t breath
I can’t breath
I can’t-
I grab a lollipop out of my bag
Fingers quivering like fall leaves
I Rip off the wrapper and throw it into the trash
Just as if it was the little girl
I place its perfect pink roundness between my lips and hold it there
I inhale
I exhale
And I feel the smirk plaster itself onto my face
I sense my eyes flicking to a lighter color
I sit back down at my desk
Twiddle my thumbs
Insert a sly comment into the conversation
And they laugh
They laugh so loud that they don’t hear the cracking of my heart
The little girl is sleeping now
And I foolishly hope
She won’t wake up
Ever
Again
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
Taken in the Night…by Jessie 8/05
A little town, one football night
A Mother frantic, full of fright
Her child taken in the night…
A shadow embarked upon the town
Its prey lay waiting all around
But it was the little girl the shadow found…
The shadow blended in quite well
Friends and family couldn’t tell
But in his chest, lurked the heart of Hell…
He waited till the time was right
When all the others were out of sight
Then took the girl with out a fight…
She felt quite safe, she knew the man
He held onto her tinny hand
The rest is hard to understand…
The things he did I cannot say
All the lives that changed that day
The people search, the people prayed…
The shadow still walks this restless town
Blending in all around
The little girl never found…
The family hopes, she’ll be home one day
They left a light on, to guide the way
But in her shallow grave she’ll stay…
She is not the first, the shadow took
There are more, once you look
Many family trees have shook…
He’ll strike again I have no doubt
His eyes are peering all about
Is it you, this time, he’ll single out?
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
A scared little girl,
She walked into the room.
She saw the lady,
Sitting at the table.
This was a test.
The table covered in instruments.
She sat down in a chair, across the desk
Picking up the silver flute.
She put her mouth to it and tried to blow,
But the breath flew through with the sound
Of wind on lightly battered silver.
The girl set it down, saddened.
The lady nodded and wrote something,
handing her a slip.
The girl looked down and saw,
The name of the silver flute.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
I'm always at the back
Trying to belong but really not
I'm always out of placed no matter what
And it hurts me all the time
I'm always smiling to them
Like I didn't bother their comments about me
But my heart is aching when they're making fun of me
How rude the world to me? No. I should say
How rude those people besides me?
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
the world grows older
it's just like me
but when I was younger
I pretended to be doughty
as they saw from the outside
my queen and king let me travel this world
it was the right time
and their hance
I started my stride
left my castle and others
hey it's not easy!
it's not my place, not my home
but sometimes I realized
I'm not their little girl anymore
then I learn how to learn
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
little girl wants a monster truck
little boy wants a fairy doll
forbidden
little girl wants to be a boy
little boy wants to be a girl
doors closed and eyes closed
wishing for a brighter tomorrow
closet doors creaking open
light shining in
closet doors jammed open
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
A nymphet,
A fruit never to be tasted
Forbidden.
And sadden it would be wasted.
Stollen
Never asking but demanded.
Ravished
A desire never to be sated.
a youth wasted,because we never waited.
The weight I bear it well.
Tempting the fates
I dreaded hell.
Our death awaits.
Dipped to deep in her spell.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Have you ever wondered
What it's like to live a life that's been plundered
Body and emotions *****
What kind of monstrous life it shaped
Let me tell you a story
I apologize now, it maybe a little gory
It's about a little girls life
How she was forced to walk on the edge of the knife
The sadness started at her birth
At this event there was no mirth
Before her a brother at 4 months had died
She was not born a boy so her mother cried
But she was the apple of her Dad's eye
So for the next 7 years
Her world was full of cheer
Except for her mother's geers
There was mud pies
Sunny sky's
Bicycle rides
Slip and slides
Camping trips
Potato chips
Fishing poles
Daddy's hand to hold
Big sisters kisses
Mother's suppers delicious
Then came the split
Her heart was ripped
A dad rarely seen
A mother that was mean
Then came the step dad, what he did was obscene
A mom never knowing
Around the girl the darkness was growing
The keys on his belt jingled down the hall
He was coming to call
Under the covers the girl of 8 cowered
For he held all the power
Step dad beat the girl's mom all the time
He threatened the child, "tell no one, I claim you as mine"
She told not a soul, not even her Dad
She was afraid step dad would hurt him bad
Besides a new family with a new baby boy her Dad had
So she suffered in silence till the age of 14
When thinking back on what her years had gleaned
For her dad had recently passed away
It made her heart cave
She made a trip to the cemetery laid down on his grave
Took a handful of sleeping pills, death she craved
To her disappointment around noon the next day she woke up
Trudged back home, knowing she would have to drink the wrath from her mother's cup
Fast forward a few years
There was still plenty of tears
The sins of a mother is like no other
On the little girl they covered and smothered
The little girl knowing only pain as love
The girl married a man that beat and shoved
After four kids of her own, 3 daughters and a son
She found the key to her rusty cage and made a run
She was bound and determined thier childhood would be full of fun
For man's wicked way she had been shown
So for 13 years her and her kids lived all alone
She tried her hardest to protect them from the monsters
Only family was let close enough to love and foster
She didn't realize her mother had married ANOTHER *********
The little girl's SON'S soul was tossed into the fire
Though she questioned her children all the time, the results was the same
Her son suffered in silence and shame
Even though the little girl didn't know, she was mom and she was to blame
All of her love couldn't heal her sons pain
The years ticked by
She lived under the darkest of skies
Her son's anger grew
He's words created scars that where new
Along with the constant every two year visits of the abusive alcoholic she had once been chained to
That girl decided her kids where grown and with her life she was through
Swallowed two bottles of pills
Praying it would cure all her ills
She went behind the veil to the dark quite abyss
Her children would be all she missed
Much to her chagrin
Those doctors brought her back to life again
Fast forward just two more years
There would be new founded fears
That abusive alcoholic made another visit, dragged her to the woods
***** her in the worst way he could
He left her miles from nowhere, bruised and bartered
More holes in her soul, ripped and tattered
That was a year ago
The darkness from it all still grows
She struggles every day
As she tries to keep the demons and darkness at bay
For her thoughts heavily weigh
When she thinks back on her life in decay
Are you wondering what happened to that little girl lost
How she lives on still paying the cost
Well you see
That Little girl is me
I'm still all alone
In my bedroom at home
That is where I cry
Screaming at a non existing God why
Why, I was only given a few happy years
With agony the rest was filled
Not understanding why I was spit out of deaths mouth, just to be ***** again
Tell me God, at the age of 8 what was my sin
Why was I condemned
Never to see blue skies again
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
There was a little girl that lived in a tree
She climbed up there so no one could see
She climbed up there so she could just be
She stayed up there so long she got leaves in her hair
She stayed up there so long she no longer cared
She didn't care about the mother missing her child
She didn't care about anything after awail
She was content up there in the sky
She was content up there and no one knew why
How long she stayed up there nobody knew
How long she stayed up there her feet like roots grew
She had stayed so long now she hadn't a choice
She had stayed so long now she no longer had a voice
Don't go looking for her she's no longer there
Don't go looking for her she no longer cares
She had become part of the tree
She had become part of it and no one could see
She had become part of it and now she could just be
That little girl up in the tree, use to be me
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
This is the story of a little girl
Who no longer loved herself
Despite trying again and again
But she was tired
(trying took a lot of energy, you know)
This is the story of a little girl
Who wanted so desperately to be wanted
She demanded others attention
But she never could get their love
(love is a hard thing to give, you know)
This is the story of a little girl
Who was exhausted, so very exhausted
Of always coming in last
That she gave up on first
(first was a hard thing to achieve, you know)
This is the story of a little girl
Who was so afraid of not capturing the moment
Not preserving that exact moment
That she forgot to live in it
(living is hard you know)
This is the story of a little girl
So afraid of the problems in front of her
That she never saw
Depression sneaking up behind her
(it strangled her, you know)
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
As she walked, she couldn't help but stop. Stare and cry. Tried to lie. Hide the truth she saw beyond. A little girl in a little pond. As night set in. The horror was about to begin. Mommy said you left me. The only thing she could see. This little girl turned white. And disappeared into the lake into the night. She ran home. Looking for the comfort of someone. But on her bed all that sat was the little girl and the cat. The little girl layed there damp. Next to her layed the broken lamp. She had hit her with it long ago. Then dumped her in the lake below.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
There was once a little girl
Called Little Sorrow
There was never a smile that grazed her face
Nor a moment of happiness in her life
She learned to live with the silence
Learned to embrace the solitude
Cried her tears alone until one day she stopped
There wouldn't be a place big enough for holding all the tears she cried
Little Sorrow simply watches with blank eyes and an immobile face
As the world around her passes
Yet she remains still
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC