Scared little child

She’s a scared little child. She’s afraid.
Small, delicate, and very, very vulnerable.
Facing the world is like a shock of terror.
People’s harsh words and actions 
Hit her down like strikes of lightning

Throughout her life, she’s been tossed from place to place.
Never really belonged in this world.
She has signs of strengths, and self defence,
To try to survive this world.
But her actions lead to consequences,
Although she’s never been taught to live.
Everyone needs to crawl before they walk,
Time, space, encouragement, to fly,
Instead of being put down.
But this child has never grown up.

She builds blocks in the rain,
Safe hideouts on the streets
To protect herself from falling.
She won’t let anyone through her walls,
She’s afraid of trusting people,
Because she doesn’t want to get hurt again.
Her life is a game, no guidance, no truth,
Just forced to play all day long.
She’s far away, she needs a hug,
Yet people scare her so.

The years pass by, she’s older now,
But she’s still the same child, deep inside.
Her body is separate from her soul.
She’s tall now, an adult soon,
She’ll be piled with responsibilities.
She’s been told “it’s reality, you need to accept it"
But she’ll crumble down to the floor.
No foundations, no, she hasn’t grown up,
Though she needs to, desperately so.
She sits there every day, praying, 
"Oh God please help me, please help!"

Praying so hard, just to get through each day.
With an outer shell of maturity, and intelligence,
she seems to be admired.
Age is just a number, a superficial guideline,
But it’s set with expectations, like the ability to hold one’s self together.
And when she acts out, they think it’s with intent,
That she’s just being stubborn
Throwing temper tantrums everywhere.
"Just leave her be, I’m so sick of her voice"

But what they don’t see, and what they’ve never seen,
Is that she’s broken into pieces.
Just a scared little child inside.