Little Girl
Once a young girl, hopeful and bright,
Now transformed into a monster of night.
Her faith shattered, replaced by doubt,
Lies now the truth, she's lost without.
Tears of joy turned to fearful cries,
Laughter a mask, covering her sighs.
Sleep fraught with battles, demons within,
Her childhood dreams, now screams begin.
Wings once soaring, now broken and hushed,
Chains replace freedom, her spirit crushed.
Her once warm soul, now shadowed and cold,
Lost in a darkness she's unable to behold.
Within her eyes, the truth does lie,
In a world of deceit, her innocence dies.
Punches masquerade as comforting hugs,
Love found only in disheartening drugs.
Poison becomes her daily sustenance,
Pain her solace, a sinister dance.
Pills she consumes, sweets to deceive,
Alcohol her escape, a numbing reprieve.
Once a seeker of love, now forced to hide,
A soul once filled, now empty inside.
For that little girl, with dreams so grand,
Transformed into a monster, no hopes in hand.
Copyright © Rianca Els | Year Posted 2023
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