She was once a little girl, whose parents used to love her
She was sweet and smiled
And a chubby little child
But hidden behind the mask of childhood foils and follies
Emotions turned and tumbled, leaving the child to no avail

Unbeknownst to the crowds
The girl whose smile held an inch of sorrow
Held within a dark shadow
Her nature never wavered and she hid what must be hid

The enforcer of this shadow
Was dark and cold
Strong and humiliating
Forcing the little girl to believe that
All mothers are like this

That anger leads to violence
Sorrow to violence
Happiness to violence
Love to violence

And as the girl grew
Disdain grew with her
Never would she
Be violent, degrading, and hateful to another
She had not the right to do as her mother