What hurts you the most she said, "My mommy," the girl replied with a wine. Why does she hurt you? she replied. "Because she isn't here for me, my mommy didn't help me enough." oh?" . " I hurt mommy because she use to hurt me, and my brothers and sisters." "what did you do." "i punched her in the head for hurting us and because she wouldn't listen to me, and now that im a big girl I hurt her like she hurt us." She begins to cry and shove her head down in between her tattooed knees. "nobody takes me serious, im a big joke to everybody, my friends even laugh at me."
"It's going to be ok," she assured " you got to take care of yourself now, and find something you like to do." " I wanna be an artist." she sobbed. " well live to be artist, breath it, be it." she replied. " that's not what I wanted to hear, its not what I wanted to hear." the little girl walks away

My soul is different then yours.
Mine is old, yours is young
Yours is light, mine is dark
Mine is a cage, yours is a latch
Yours is fire, mine is ice
Mine is a lightning flash, yours is a moonbeam
Yours is the Sun, mine is pluto
Mine is scars, yours is music
Yours is pages on a book, mine is a poker game
Mine is my own, your is not

A kindly comment
Or a deadly thought
Can equally be delivered
But take a moment
A pause of time
To remember
How each one felt
When dealt