Once upon a yesterday I once knew a girl;
Sweet, young, so innocent to;
Crushed by the one she needed most;
Yet she'd shrug and say she's let go.
Today she smiles, malleable in reality's hands;
If you knew her then you wouldn't now;
She's the one in the corner, hidden;
Confused yet unbroken, she's hollow.
She accepts no pity, she's strong;
Kicked to the curb to be replaced;
Left to feed off the resentment in her heart;
Never will she be known as a daddies girl.
You can often find her notebook in hand;
Below her silent facade is the soul of a poet;
Writing of the life she wishes she had;
I know she'll prevail in the end.
Yet on the brink of adulthood she's troubled;
Never a daddies girl, 18 lands on the worst of days;
There's something missing, a stolen puzzle piece;
She'll use her smile as a pretense to hide behind.
It's midnight when the tears spill;
Never was she good enough;
So pen and paper she grabs;
Tonight she writes.
Because, the pen is mightier than the blade;
And the pain isn't as bad when reality is blurred.