Following a conversation with my therapist today... about the 'little girl' inside me who acts out... though I know she is me... There's a little girl inside, One that so few people know of, But who only craves to be seen, To be heard, Oh just for once, So she bangs on walls, Screams, kicks and bites, Till three in the morning, Or when ever her body collapses. She feels broken, Beyond repair, So why bother trying? Why let anyone close again? So she scratches and snarls, She dresses herself in barbs and thorns, So her lips won't have to speak, And she won't need to push you away, When you offer her the kind embrace, She secretly wishes someone gave her, Oh just for once. But I opened my chest for you, I showed you her, And you lent her a hand, You let her scream herself hoarse, You endured her bites, And I could only watch, As she finally collapsed, And you took her in your arms, Brushed back her tousled hair, Kissed her brow and you whispered: It's okay, for I am here, And I see you. I hear you.