Although on the outside i appear to be in control i'm just a
Battered & beat up, lost
Child trying so hard & so
Desperately to get home before the street lights turn on. but
Every tree & every corner looks like the one i just passed. i'm
Frantic & scared wondering why i haven't
Gotten to my destination yet.
Hungry & alone in this cold, cold world.
It seems as though there's no one to turn to. to talk to for fear of being
Judged unfairly. to be labeled with words that aren't
Kind at all. but pray for the
Little girl who
Must wonder around the world without
No one to depend on and no
One to love her. no one to hold her and
Protect her from the storm. she's longing for someone to help
Quench this longing feeling of
Remorse for something
She's not even sure that she did. but she feels
The guilt and feels trapped in an never-ending cycle of being miss-
Understood by people who will never
Volunteer their time to love and
Win her heart. cause right now some drug starting with an
X sounds more than perfect right now. see cause that way she won't have to
Yearn for anyone to tell her how much they "love" her. to lie and make her
Zig zag throughout this impossible maze called life.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
George Eliot
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