The confused little girl woke up this morning again
Wondering when her life will begin
Agitated and scared, a tantrum she threw
Lashing out at everyone she knew
Unable to comprehend they called her spoiled
Causing her fury to further boil
As reality crushed her down to the bone
It turned a muscle into cold hard stone
Bleak became the future through her eyes
And unnerving was her slow demise
Many tried to help piece her back together
But she believed that hope was lost forever
So sad was the reality she couldn’t bear
And so real was the sadness she couldn’t share
An Artist at Heart 