Depressed

The little girl sat with knees pressed against her chest

She was rather sad and lonely

There wasn’t another person near her

She was all alone in the corner

When she called out she was met with laughter

Cold cruel laughter

That was not her own

You aren’t worth anything, you know

You really are useless

But I’m not she replied

I am worth a lot

A lot more than you realize

The cruel voices ceased for a moment

They didn’t know what to do

She had never lashed back before

She put her hands to her temples

Stay out she told them

You are not voices of reason

You are the voices of doubt and loathing

They hissed as they had been named

They couldn’t hold her anymore

She had broken their charm over her

She was no longer privy to their beck and call

She had beat the monsters inside

She had told them no

And they had listened

With her new freedom that she had garnered

She sat with a pencil perched between her fingers

And she began to write

“The little girl sat with her knees pressed to her chest…”