Little Girl

I see her now
That little girl
Crying all alone
Afraid, confused and wondering
Does anybody care?
Skittish one the shadows hide
But not before they frighten
Feelings flee and fail you now
Sadness overwhelms
Used and limp the corner is
The place where you can rest
Marked and scarred and valueless
This ragdoll you’ve become
Escape is hope
To go away
Is all that you can see
You must survive
There is a way
Perhaps to never need
Lock it up and put away
Those things you cannot face
The ragdoll hardens and becomes
The one with plastic face
You cannot feel or hurt again
Now you have become
Entombed in plastic head to toe
Unable to break free
The heart has shriveled
It cannot see
The girl that you should be

I see her now that little girl
The one inside the doll
She longs to break the chains that bind
That keep her locked inside
To dance and shout and feel again
Seem beyond her reach
She cries out loud but can’t be heard
A voiceless wordless scream
Its echoes bounce, they’re lost inside
Her hollow plastic tomb

I see her now that little girl
The one that she should be
The hopes, the dreams, the wondering
Are all within her reach