A/N: A short poem I wrote to pass time.
Little Girl Lost
Surrounded by people, you feel so alone
There's not one place
that you can call home
To the world you're alive
but you're dying inside
This façade is e-x-h-a-u-s-t-i-n-g
There's just one girl who sees through your game;
sees through the cracks, sees your torment and pain
She holds out her hand
and guides you to light
You run from such care; the light is too bright
You fall to your knees
and stare at the ground
You choke on your tears
to the truth you have found
You see the reflection
from the water below
It's a little girl lost
A long way from home