An Innocent Child

An innocent child snatched away from the familiarness, thrusted into the world of the unknown. From place to place. From home to home. The Innocent child hoping pleading for acceptance and a connection for a start, instead left wondering, confused as to what is wrong with her. New home after new home. Nobody wants, discarded time after time, unless they wanted what was most precious. The innocent child watches as the hope slowly disappears from the reflection in the looking glass. Discarded again. School after school, city after city. No attachments. They just bring more of the bad. More loss, more tears in a pillow of a shared room. The innocent child yanked in the reality of a harsh cold world. Finally, a home with blood. A price must be paid with more of the innocence craved from her like bark striped from a tree. This time in a new state, new everything. Can’t move again. Won’t move again! Too weird. To hyper. School is a relief. Truth is told from a young mouth. The truth is not believed. Moved again, but to the other state from before. The Innocent child is completely gone, seized by the actions of monstrosities of the actions of others and the fear of the connections that was lost because of those actions that she had once had. A pure soul forever tainted, forever not fully capable of love for never have felt it fully herself. The innocent child, her tears lost for eternity in her silenced voice, that just wanted simple things like love and understand. Emotions that seem to be the most difficult to give.