Little Girl..
Little Girl, why are you sad?
Little Girl, what are you scared of?
Why do you doubt yourself?
Why do you cry?
Was it her again?
What was it this time?
Why do you let her in?
You set yourself up,
You hope for change,
and it doesn't come.
You wait for words of comfort,
words of love or pride,
and instead you get the bitter taste,
of perplexing despise.
Little Girl, stop asking yourself,
"When will I be good enough?"
The answer is out of reach.
The answer may never come.
Little Girl, step out of her shadow,
Stretch out your wings.
Little Girl, you are good enough.
She just can't see it yet.
Little Girl, don't be afraid to fly.