Little Girl,

Little Girl.
With the crushed wings,
Sat there upon the Old Oak Tree..
Tears streaming like a river...
Down her sunkissed skin.

Simply hiding her pain within.

"Little Girl,"
I started to say...
"Where is your family..."
And she simply stared at me.
And then she took my hand.

Simply leading me to her secret Land.

I walked through her Thoughts,
And dove into her Secrets.
Ran through her Mind.
And I soon saw a little girl,
Who wasn't being raised by family.

Simply her own real "mommy".

Feeling abandoned & alone.
No real place to call home.
Left to make big girl decisions.
In a world so cold.
Left feeling so inferior

Simply because that Little Girl, was staring back at me through the mirror.