There in the shadows, a little girl crying in the snow. So much sorrow, does anybody know? And if they know, do they even care? As the sun shines down upon her beautiful hair. Trouble, turmoil, spinning in her head, Sinister, macabre, and full of dread. Frightening and terrible, the monsters in the tree. The little girl has fallen, down upon her knee. Praying , begging, for understanding and love, She looks up at the watching, waiting dove. Her anger flashes, she curses the tree. When will someone realize, the little girl is me?
Reason for writing:
Here, the tree sort of represents the world.. which can be so cruel at times...
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