Little Girl

I'm a girl on lock down,
Headed for a break down,
Can't even get the low down,
Because she's out,
Out of the loop,
Out of touch,
Too young,
Too old,
Not too bad,
And not good enough,
Sitting alone in her room,
Facing her impending doom,
That she'll never get to grow up,
Because no one will let her,
To always be a caged bird,
And never get the chance to fly,
Because every chance she gets,
Is taken away,
Stolen, smashed, broken, and shattered,
Till nothing remains and everything is tattered,
Until there is no reason to run because she has nothing to fear,
The monster is out there they gear,
However, that's a lie,
A bold faced lie,
The monster is right here inside,
Keeping you "safe" letting you abide,
Hoping you'll be forever by it's side,
What it doesn't know is how mad you are,
How over it you have become,
How honestly you could care less what it thinks,
That with each argument,
Each battle it wins,
Pushes you farther out the door,
It also doesn't know the inner battles you face,
How he left you,
How you feel out of place,
How still you feel like you don't quite fit in,
Anywhere,
Like you're everyone's last choice,
Also, it doesn't REALLY know how much you've changed,
That FREEDOM is something you crave,
That if you NEVER had to come back home,
You probably wouldn't,
You'd get in your car and drive until you were good and lost,
Find a place at a cheap cost,
Call it your own,
Start a new life,
Tell it nothing,
Until you were ready,
And then maybe,
Just maybe,
It would see,
That you are no longer three,
And it would finally have the strength to know,
That it had to let go.