What happened to the little girl I use to know?
The cheerful little angel without a care in the world
That girl has seemed to disappear
The girl I see is broken and lost.
She fakes a smile so no one sees her frown.
I must admit she's strong
She has faced problems girls her age only have nightmares about.
She has friends. They stick by her side.
They know what has happend and they've seen her tears.
During the day they can ease her pain
But at night, all of her fears and nighmares come to light.
She struggles internally, asking questions like "Why me?" "Will it ever get better?" and "What should i do?"
Her questions are never answered.
She is always left scared, sad, confused
She looks back on life to that happy little girl
If time machines did exist she would go back there
To that time of light before the darkness
For now she must wait...Wait for the day where she finds happiness again.