When their voices raise,
the little girl likes to imagine
that she is strong enough to take it,
to be strong enough to destroy it.
that instead of weakness
she has stars in her blood.
that instead of fear
she has fire in her body.
that she can ignite the night
instead of hiding in it.
that she could torch the world around her
before it burns her alive.
But the world is run by her parents
and their loud voices
that shatter every dream, every wish.
They don't care
that she's only a little girl.