Little girl, no strength in her heart.
Little girl, so weak she's falling apart.
Quiet girl, no words on her tongue.
Quiet girl, speaks to no one.
Lonely girl, a flicker of a candle.
Lonely girl, she can't even handle.
Invisible girl, a ghost in the dark.
Invisible girl, not even a spark.
Useless girl, breathing, wasting air.
Useless girl, no one will ever care.
Little girl, incapable of what?
Little girl, you call me, but,
I have words and I have love.
From your names, I'll rise above.
I can think, I can create.
And hopelessness is not my fate.
A little girl is not all I am.
I won't die blindly like a lamb.
I'll die in paper I'll never share.
All because you didn't care...
Author's Note:
Starts sad, gets happy, ends sad.
This poem, to me, is about how mean I can be to myself when I get down about my writing. Then I think about how I pour all my emotions into poems, never sharing them... Blaming others for not caring about what I write, when it's my fault for always hiding.
-I. Quill
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