Little girl, no strength in her heart.

Little girl, so weak she's falling apart.

Quiet girl, no words on her tongue.

Quiet girl, speaks to no one.

Lonely girl, a flicker of a candle.

Lonely girl, she can't even handle.

Invisible girl, a ghost in the dark.

Invisible girl, not even a spark.

Useless girl, breathing, wasting air.

Useless girl, no one will ever care.

Little girl, incapable of what?

Little girl, you call me, but,

I have words and I have love.

From your names, I'll rise above.

I can think, I can create.

And hopelessness is not my fate.

A little girl is not all I am.

I won't die blindly like a lamb.

I'll die in paper I'll never share.

All because you didn't care...

Author's Note:

Starts sad, gets happy, ends sad.

This poem, to me, is about how mean I can be to myself when I get down about my writing. Then I think about how I pour all my emotions into poems, never sharing them... Blaming others for not caring about what I write, when it's my fault for always hiding.

-I. Quill