A plea to my stolen girlhood and joy
I lay looking into the breeze
telling me of the cruelty based on the girl who grew up too soon
telling me her girlhood was stolen
her presence treasured nowhere near her
She only cries near the waters
because by now for her it so natural
For her own blood and tears betraying her everytime
For her own army to stand against her
she sits with her solace in the corner
people clump upon her to pick up the trash
nobody really believes in the fairytale she can brew
even her mentors not there to stand up against the tyranny
because she is on the side of no power
oh how cruel that her weapon is her solace
her friends are her tears
she fears what if she doesn't make it in life
will her life be the example of what it shouldn't?
People tell her to stop pitying her ownself
can she ever tell them that her talent will take her a million places
she knows her talent has her back
she knows she'll make it big
i tell her she'll make it big
i'm her mirror
her tears clouding up her dreams
everyone who left you will come to see you stand on that stage
everyone who betrayed you
will beg for a ticket backstage
you know you can do it
when they say you can't
because that is what you have done until now
my tears will tell a thousand tales
of how it was my only friend
when everyone betrayed me
but when you insult me again
my army will be bigger
my voice so big
you'll never reach me
and I'll know my presence was never justified
between people who can't value my emotions
that time I'll have power
and I won't let anyone's girlhood be stolen.