I look at her and I know she is innocent.
Never has done anything wrong, perfect, in her own little world.
She still loves puppies and wants to play in the creek.
She thinks everyone’s her best friend, she is so unique.
It doesn’t matter to her what she wears or how she looks.
She doesn’t care where she is as long as she has a friend.
Where did this little girl go?
Where has she been?
She doesn’t care what people say it doesn’t mean anything to her.
She knows her mommy loves her and her daddy is always there.
Her family is still together and everyone still cares.
She hasn’t yet started to get nightmares.
Her brother is a baby only about three.
They never fight instead close friends.
The war has not yet begun between the innocent ones.
Now that’s she’s older her brother, who’s that?
They fight constantly without any sympathy.
Puppies are cute but not as popular.
Peoples hurtful words stab knives into her gut.
No longer innocent a liar at the least.
Her mom never knows where she is even if she thinks she knows.
Her parents now split up a boyfriend to replace.
Her dad stays single he can’t take the hate.
She has to get her way or a fit she will throw.
Now she wonders why the peace in the world had to go.
She listens to her music staying in her room.
Now part of the world.
To much drama.
She isn’t innocent anymore, no longer perfect.
She fights with her mom all the time.
She wants to have a good time.
This girl that I speak of I know very well.
She knew what to do and how to act well.