I haven’t seen that little girl in years and years
Her smile disappeared after the darkness of reality set in
She hasn’t come out of hiding for she is scared of what awaits her outside
If she saw me
What would she think?
Would she hug me? Tell me everything is ok when I know it’s not? Will she see my flaws and dismiss them like a drop of water on a rainy day, something that is common and expected?
Or would she despise me.
Her love of me disappearing within the second, seeing my dyed hair, my baggy eyes, and everything I became.
Would she take me in or would she shun me?
See that little girl, of 5 or 6, with cascading locks of golden hair, a smile that could light up a room, and an innocence to the evil world around her, that girl was me.