The Girl.

She was just a little girl Who wore skirts and do twirls Wonders why the moon follows her But does not realize how she’s getting older. As the thoughts began to linger She just wanted to be heard and have a listener To be known how deep she suffered As the words they threw as sharp as a cutter enough to make her shatter. She endured her pain and does not ask for help Yet, makes her heart ache and a sharp pain on her chest left. She is not afraid to be alone Because she knew how the pain turns into a cycle. She’s wise and give the best advices Known to be someone who always sacrifice She’s kind and always brave Yet suffered silently in each phase.