She starts out with her feet tiny
And eyes wide
Taking huge Popsicle bites
Caught between innocent pinky promises
That held pure intentions
Swiftly reality buds out
Growing pointy thorns of time
Transforming innocence into issue
It becomes unbearable
‘Cause there’s only so much she can take
Waking up with her pillow wet and eyes red
She lost everyone she called friends
As the reality flowers
She wonders “How bad can it be?”
Time ticking and taking her
Towards forthcoming
Its horrendous storm
But, in the now,
She sharpens her weapons
Apt with her armor
She wins every war
Inside out
Becomes invincible firework
Lighting up the darkest nights.
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