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Self Defense

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There is a place 
Inside my soul 
A little girl
With a gaping hole. 
The innocence I knew 
So long ago
How I grew so cold 
I do not know. 
It's the child that wonders 
Why we let people starve.
The pureness that ponders
Not with the head, but the heart. 
She wonder's why we're so bad to each other
All the time.
She's the simple mind who can see past 
The uselessness of our over-complex society. 
She longs to love, to give. 
Not to take nor thieve. 
She's the one with the dreams, 
Too young to doubt them. 
She dreams of creating things
Building them up. 
Not tearing them down. 
She would to give you the world 
If it would mend your frown. 
She still seeks and hopes. 
Loves and believes. 
It's these scars that keep
Her under locks. 
Buried beneath the years of thoughts 
Bitterness dug it's hooks in me. 
Hardened my heart, 
Bloodied my feet.
Sometimes I think she still speaks to me
Faint little whispers, that flicker like candles. 
I tell her she's safer in her cage. 
Protected from the strife and rage 
Of this world I've learned to play.
The hardest thing is to go through this life and keep your kindness.
© 2011 - 2024 OceanHeir
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Thank you, I'm flattered you liked it :)