When I was young
I was vibrant and outgoing
I wasn't scared of anything
my eyes were bright
I was brave
as I got older
I became quieter
my light dimmed
losing that fire I once had
my eyes became dull
I became afraid
of my alcoholic father
of the kids that
beat me down
with words at school
of talking
because I wanted to be invisible
those feelings
imbedded in my soul
when I was young
I was wild and free
when I got older
I became scared and skittish
I often wish
I could bring that little girl out again
it makes me incredibly sad
that she got buried
and beat down along the way
I let her down
I didn't stick up for her
all of those horrible years
I let that little girl
lose that fire
that used to burn so brightly
