Little girl tell the world why you cry.
Is it that your father is the molester and your mother hides his lies?
So why should I believe you, when the world has it your spoiled?
All over the community running wild
But no one would believe her all they see is the outside.
She's trap; she hates, she loves, she love, she hates the ones that gave her birth.
she despise the love she's given for it lets her feel like dirt.
She speaks but no one hears, she cries still no one cares,
yet whenever she runs away to be free like the wind,
they see, they criticize, they say all kind of things.
She sleep, she wakes, she wakes, she sleep just to confirm she's dreaming
but the reality is too perfect for the neighbors so they ignore the screaming.
"So why should I be different from my neighbors it's not like being concern
will get me any favours?
Furthermore I only show compassion when I am in the mood,
I would prefer to draw my assumption and say that girl is rude".
She has loving parents is what they see.
They see the house, the car and say "that should be me".
They say "she's ungrateful what else could she want, the things they would do if they had the chance"
but the perfect world is in our minds, her reality is crappy though everything looks fine
but no one would believe her so she's learning how to adjust one day at a time.
She's locked in her room with nowhere to hide.
She entertains herself for her imagination is wide.
She brace herself for the nightmare hoping it would slide
and anticipate the second she goes back outside.
Copyright © Germaine Thompson | Year Posted 2015