Thursday, March 25, 2004

Looking Glass

Through this looking glass this
is what I see
A terrified little girl staring back
at me
As I look a bit closer I see all the black
and blue marks
Broken and bruised I see this little
girl's eyes spark
She has just received a beating
from her mother
All she wants is for her to really
love her
She decides that this is the
last and final time
She took this last beating and
will now put it all behind
No longer will she leave me all
broken and bruised
No longer will hit me and throw
her high heeled shoes
No longer will she pull my hair and
rip my shirts
No longer will I show her my heart
and how much it hurts
I left that place and started
living in the real world
And no longer am I this broken
and bruised little girl