This is for the child who grew up alone in a dark room.
For the child who thought that just maybe, one day she would fit in.
That maybe, they would stop teasing her and leaving her out.
For the preteen who got her first friend, like a firefly during a constant eclipse.
For the girl who tried so hard to be herself and yet got hurt day by day for it.
For the girl who wished on dead suns billions of miles away.
For me.. The girl who sits in the sun and sings her heart out all day long to whispers of earless hope.
The girl who lets pearly tears drip from the basin of her eyes.
But I don't need this. I DON'T need this..
I'm not that child anymore.
I'm not that hopeless, prepubescent, idiotic.. Girl.
I'm strong.. I've been through more than all of them.
More than the monsters under my bed and the shadows in my mind.
I've been mauled and rended from reality. I live in my dreams.
I am my own god, my own helper, my own lover and dreamer..
I am me.