I look at the girl as she walks by everyday.
She used to carry herself so proudly,
so confident and
so sure.
Sometimes she even had
a group of friends with her.
Not anymore she’s always alone now.
She walks by slower today
as if whatever she’s going home to
is terrible and horrendous.
Sometimes I want to reach out and
say something but it looks as if she’s gone
in another world.
I want to reach out and touch her but
she seems to recoil from anything and everyone.
I know even without evidence
that someone has hurt her and used her.
She seems strong enough to fight them off but
you never know how emotionally strong someone is.
Everyone says she’s changed
even I know its true just by the way she strides home.
So as I watch this passerby I can’t help but think,
“what went on in her life
where her step changes and
she looks broken and hurt?”
Even as I start to think,
of the question I already know the sad, sad answer.
She’s met this world and the people in it.
“She’s too young to know this world,” I cry out.
As soon as my voice carry’s to her ears
her head snaps around faster then a hawks.
She turns around and briskly walks toward me.
What did I so now I’ve messed thing up.
Need I not draw attention to myself?
Oh, well she knows I’m here now;
it’s no use to avoid it.
Her other side doormat no longer.
Aware I am of everything
that has happened to her and I’m taking revenge.
Revenge for how the would pull this little girl into their world
so quickly.
She was so innocent and always wore a smile.
Now destroyed she is crying in a corner
not aware anymore of what she does to seek revenge, my revenge.
One body two minds corrupted.
How many others have been corrupted so?
I hope none but I know that’s not the answer.



 
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