Poor Little Girl

I am a poor little girl,

A very poor little girl,

Struggling with her emotions,

Trying to hoard them in herself,

I cry aloud

And I laugh hysterically

I am just this poor little girl

That everyone calls a friend.

I wish I could undo many a thing

Make life a little less satiric

But the irony of it all

Is,

I am a poor little girl,

Trying to hoard my emotions in myself

I cry when someone else is hurt,

I laugh with another in his joy

I wish I could live life free

Of all my silliness

And never again be called

“This poor little girl”

Hoarding emotions within!

In all these years with grey hairs blinking at me

I still am a poor little girl

Trying to hoard her emotions

And not wiser still!

So I am angry and hurt,

When someone’s so curt...

I only wish I could be a little more inert

I’d never then have to taste dirt,

I am a poor little girl for you...

But the more you mock me...

The more I know

It is not because I am this poor little girl

But because it does not matter

When you never flatter

Me...

I am happy because

No one can ever be

Simple and soothing

Like this poor little girl can be!

And I know you call me a poor little girl

Hiding behind my emotions

And blaming them on me

There will be a time 

When I'd not be the garb to cover 

What you feel

When you will be all alone 

Facing your emotions

And wanting to share it with the

Poor little girl me...

And I'd say:

Poor little boy you!