It happens again.

A crash, a cry—

And before she even speaks,

Their eyes are on her.

Her little brother stands behind them,

tears trembling at the edge of his lashes,

his hands still sticky with what he’s done.

But they don’t see that.

They see her.

“Why can’t you be patient?” they say.

“Why do you always fight with him?”

And she wants to scream,

to tear the words out of her throat—

“I didn’t do...

Once I was daddy’s little girl,

Feet on his shoes, spinning in a swirl.

He’d laugh, lift me high to the skies so blue,

And I thought the sun rose just for you.

But time grew teeth, and so did I,

And the laughter turned to a battle cry.

Now your words are storms that bruise my name,

And you call it love, but it feels like blame.

You say, “When will you grow up, huh?”

As if I’m still that child yo...

The little girl.

Everyone assumes the little girl sees the world as butterflies and rainbows and so much color, they assume that she doesn’t care about nothing but herself, they assume she doesn’t care about anyone and thinks life is easy and simple.

**But this little girl sees the world grey,hatred, and difficult, she never sees rainbows or butterflies she sees darkness and...