Little Girl in the Closet by [
Melville_Herman Melville!]
I've sat in this small and angry room,
watching that tiny glimmer of youth.
Wishing I could hold those childhood memories
and harbor them from anything unholy.
I wish for once,
I could embrace those old friends,
the ones that were there till the end.
Those few people who were honest and loyal.
I sit and stare alone in the dark
reminiscing about those lost years.
The room is suffocating,
relishing all those bad things...
those bad things that all little girls are afraid of.
The boogey man used to creep,
unsuspected throughout the shadows,
but no longer, because I am no longer that little girl.
I will no longer be known as the little girl in the closet.
I have been freed from that terrible prison,
of fear, and self-doubt, and pity.
I've flown so far away from those things,
that I now believe I can accomplish anything.
Yet, nagging deep inside me, I can still feel her.
Scratching and begging to be let out of the dark.
Searching for lost answers, in a shadow of misery and doubt.
She begs to be helped, loved..but what can I do....
I don't want to know her anymore, I just want her to go away...
but she's part of me eternally, and I shant ever get away,
I shall never be free,
I'm destined...
to be that tiny little voice that nobody hears
that frightened little girl in the closet.