I still see you there.

Hiding, like a dragon in its lair,
When in truth you were just a little girl who wanted someone to care.

shaking, whimpering in a secret corner of my heart 
Sick of the shadows
scared of the dark,
…but so tired 
Tired of the lying,
of the never-ending heartbreak
And of the people who caused it, and keep trying.

Always hurting that sweet innocent giving,
little girl, You used to be
I understand the feelings
Because you,
Used to be me.

Always just Another unfortunate lesson you were made to learn.
And another heart in the flames
that eternally burn. 

You just want to protect yourself

I’m sorry I can’t say it gets much better,

Living under that curtain of thick, brown hair
Avoiding those heavy, thousand-yard glares.

I see you, standing there
Alone, in the cold stormy weather
But Always pulling through
And for that
I’d Personally
like to thank you.

Even as no one saw our own tears glistened,
You were always
Talking and taking the time to listen.
Healing others while your own heart quickened.

So thank you.
for holding out hope even when we were at the end of our long tenuous rope.

you were a patient, kind, and wild child
Moral belief guides your mouth and your feet.
Never talking out of turn
but unafraid to speak.
We fought for the right reasons
For family, for goodness for me.

Something that used to seem so easy
Now far from ease.
You lived life as you pleased and lived life by your own code of morality.
Sometimes it’s hard to actually remember and believe
That you’re me.

Like when we put our dollars in the donation jar for troops,
Because everyone deserves to get to talk to their family. though you’re own rarely talked to you.
those were just the types of things we’d do.
besides we had two dollars and a cookie only cost one.

Money was nothing but an object to us, and the real prize was adventure life, and love.
So to us, it was harmless fun that could help someone.

You hold A fearless trust that the world couldn’t mess up,
And a strong belief that this world was capable of good deeds.
Always Made up of shades
of black and white
wrong and right,
Dark and light
good, or bad
We believed whole-heartedly in humanity

Until they said we were too “different”
“Naive to believe”
And like Icarus clipped our wings
Then when he flew too close to the sun
Left us falling.

Child,
I see you… me
And I’m sorry life wasn’t what you expected it to be,
physically or morally,
But I’m thankful you’re still the hope in me
Sometimes I just ask what that brave kid would think,
As we’re Growing into the person we were always meant to be and need.

I’m proud of you,
sincerely you /me.
P.S., it’s hard but keep going till we get where we need to be.