Fragile Child Poem by Lilith Rose Reitenbach

A fragile child
Hatred behind her eyes
No longer attempting to try
Patiently waiting for her day to die
She closes her eyes
Against the blinding brightness
Of the Lighted day
Overcome by the darkness within her soul
That is covered by smooth skin
Soft hair and full lips
But if you could only look at what’s behind her flawless mask
You could see that she is really just the china doll
That is shattered upon the floor... and that child is Me.