There used to be this little girl
Who got hurt far too easily
Every slight, every criticism, every harsh word
They were like barbed arrows
Piercing her heart.
Then she changed.
She got older; ‘grew up’…
Only she didn’t.
She just found an
Old rusty suit of armor
To wear
Now her armor is wearing out, and
She doesn’t know how to fix it.
Once the armor’s completely gone, what’s
Going to happen to her?
She’s used it for so long that
She’s grown over-accustomed to its
Protection.
She’ll be a little girl
In a big girl’s world,
With nothing between
Her
And the
Monsters.
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