You look at me like I’m still 6 years old.
You look at me as if I’m still an innocent child.
You think of me as your baby girl.
You think of me as sweet and polite.


But what you do not know,
Is that I am none of things.
I’ve lied, I’ve cheated, I’ve stole,
I’ve said things intending to hurt people.


I’m anything but innocent.
You only know one half of me,
The half I want you to know,
The half that isn’t real.


I sneak around,
Never doing anything too bad.
But bad enough that you won’t accept it.
I could never tell you.


You try to talk to me.
But I refuse.
You’re the last person I could open up to.
The absolute last.


You don’t see the hurt I have,
You don’t see my cry,
You don’t know my pain,
You don’t know how I feel


So I let you believe your lies,
I tell you what you want to hear.
Mommy, daddy, yes I’m innocent.
No, I don’t do anything bad.


Mommy, I don’t lie or cheat.
Daddy, I don’t steal.
I’m still an innocent child.
I’m still your little girl.