I was just a little girl, sitting patiently.
Looking at the world, thinking how lovely.
But then they came flooding in, regretting who I really am. Sometimes I feel insane, or just a little alien. These kids I'll never see again, who had me guessing what I am.
As I got older, by age. I started to develop, hidden rage. Trauma whipped me in the back, they pretended not see that. Who did you protect in the end, I thought you were my best friend. Watch me fade away, I was only 8. Grew up more faster, felt like adult. From a past that, wasn't my fault.