Little Girl

          A little girl filled with fright, struggled everyday her heart wound tight. 

          She struggled day to day staying silent, never rude, cruel or violent.

          Her demons consumed her mind, while her anxiety consumed her time.

          Wasting and crying for minuted upon hours, her stress so high, it's like the Eiffle Tower.

           She look in the mirror for hopes of beauty, but all she sees is a walking travesty.

           She struggles with love and trust, so her heart stays empty left to rust.

           Never letting anyone past her walls, twenty feet wide and a hundred feet tall.

           She cried herself to sleep at night, knowing her eyes nor heart will ever be filled with light.

                                                                                                                                              A poem by: Jadyn Slaton