Misunderstood

When I was young, the skies were brighter Filled to the brim with things that were lighter Than the life she would live that would try to spite her Crushing, killing, ensnared by that spider No one there to hold beside her Now just a candle with no one to light her When I got older, I saw the world for its lies Kept an eye on the darkening skies Watching her breaking as her laughter dies Slowly becoming one that no longer tries Because of the pain her whole body sighs Because of insults they place in her size Now that I'm grown, the pain seems to be less She is alone and afraid to progress Feeling outcast because they oppress Barely able to get up or to dress Trying to be skinny, over which she'd obsess Never able to fix her brokenness When I am older I would hope that I would Be able to tell her the things that she could Become if she would do as she should Instead of being stuck under her hood Living in fear of not being understood Not knowing she's only misunderstood