I lost myself in a dream

    -I hate being lost
lost in the woods
lost from myself
    lost
    missing
    gone
I’m not here
        But You,
You are standing there
    Towering
    Intimidating
    Overpowering
Little Girl
“Run” I say
But she is deaf to my voice
“You must go now” I plea

It's too late.

Little Girl gone with
        You--
You that bring
    grief
    pain
    suffering
You that take
Little Girl from good
        You--

I hate you.

I awaken now
On cold, hard bed
in small, dirty room
in creepy, distant cabin
deep in woods with
    You
Staring at me with
    beady eyes
    big fat nose
    a crooked smile
on Your face
    You,
Oh how I hate you.
I’m Little Girl
lost in woods
And You are
You.