*This is not my poem, I copied it from a poetry website from a girl who wrote it.*
Little Girl Lost
where have you gone?
locked deep inside
all but withdrawn.
Frighten, flawed, and
damaged too
hiding you away
still couldn't protect you.
For years you were speechless
and had no voice.
made to suffer
you had no choice.
All grown now
and living life.
strong as nails
sharp as a knife
Cheerful and chipper
is what they see.
Battered and bruised
is the real me.
How can I help you
i ask myself?
is it too late
to take you off the shelf?
I wish I had answers,
knew what to do.
to set you free
and comfort you.
The sad thing is,
i'm lost too.
can't comfort myself
can't comfort you.
It's depressing, but it's also healing because it's really relatable.
Katie