wandering on and looking for something different in each room
all the rooms and hallways seem the same
but yet...when I turn a corner
a new corner arrives
a hallway of mirrors
I stop and look at myself in the mirror
an ordinary girl
with clothes the same and ways the same as every other girl
I am decent enough
I start to walk away but I take another look
the same thing
but vagely I can see another little girl
no on in the house but me
so I wonder
the little girl is me I realize
a girl inside of me trying to get out
who is hurt and sad
she needs comforting
she struggles every day to come out
but no one seems to hear
the hurt and pain of the little girl
has stayed inside so long
no longer does she want to stay
In ragged clothes she stands with ways different than others
I need to turn away
She can not come out
people will talk
but no longer can I push her away
She is part of me
I am weak
I need her to come out
So I let her
and she is no longer sad
for she is happy
