You Are a Thief

You are a thief. You stole something that wasn't yours to take. You stole the smile on her face All her spiritual beauty and grace. You stole her innocence You stole her childhood. She can't even leave her bed without wishing she were dead. She can't even look at you without feeling ashamed She was the one who took all of the blame. You acted like you were in the spot of fame. It's really you who should be ashamed. She doesn't hope you die. She hopes you live a long, miserable life. She hopes you realize your actions when it's too late for you. She hopes that you can't look into the mirror without wanting to hurt yourself. She longs until the day where you can go a single week without hurting anybody. She longs for the day when she can look at herself and feel whole. You stole her life. All you left was her frame. You forced her to play your little "game" You left her and made her feel ashamed. After that, you drained out all of the things that make her, her. You crushed her personality. You bruised her soul. Her heart aches with pain. She is waiting for you to end your reign. You said that "this wasn't really your goal." How could you? She was so small You trapped her in a cage, a cage full of fear and hate You keep her wondering what she did to deserve this She was six. You didn't care about her age, you wanted her stage. You left her in a never-ending stage of grief. She was only a child. And you.... You are a thief.