Who are you little girl at the end of my bed post?
Who are you little girl, with the knife through your throat?
Who are you little girl, staring at me?
Who are you little girl, begging me to see your nightmares?
I have my own problems
And I can't even solve them
I can hear you screaming help little girl
Only time will tell if I ever give in to your pleading
I see you bleeding, screaming
I see the abuse you go through little girl
I feel your pain little girl
Please make it go away
I don't need for it to stay
You see, little girl, I am everything I hate
I know that in your lifetime, you felt the same way
But you were bait, and had nothing to say
Until now
I see your scars, I know you meant to put up a fight
But your best wasn't good enough
Your piercing eyes fill me with fright at night
Stop staring at me that way.
What can I say or do to make you go away?
But tell me this, little girl
Why can you not just let go and leave it alone,
When all of this happened to you 500 years ago?
((I wrote this poem about the little girl that does this to me))
