Title: Sad Little Girl

Author/psuedonym: Patt Paulos-Darrow

Email: PattRose1@aol.com

Pairing:Personal

Rating:R For upsetting theme

Category:Serious Poetry

Date:August 14, 2000

Series/sequel:

Status:new

Notes: Angst. I took this one and made it into a poem for Jim later on, but this one is mine.

Summary: One of the many things I have gone to therapy for.



Sad Little Girl
by Patt Paulos-Darrow

The little girl looked frightened, as she watched people walk by.
She did not want anyone to see tha she needed to cry.
She had no one to talk to, no one, to help her in any way.
Even if she had someone to talk to, she would not know what to say.
As she looked around, she wondered if there were others that were the same.
But, she had thought she was the only one, that had to play the game.
She could have went to her friends parents, but what if they were just like him.
She wondered how many people had the same troubles, the same sins.
She has to keep this all a secret, she was told many different lies.
As she lays in bed at night,k and alone, she softly cries.
Actually, she is glad to be alone, at least he is not there.
She wonders why this is happening, it sure isn't fair.
She doesn't know, that when she gets older, she will not have to handle it by herself.
She will then know that she does not have to keep her problems up on a shelf.
How could someone do this to her, she is wondering all of the nights.
She has no idea, of the turmoil, she will have later, and all of the fights.
She comes from a family of ostriches, they bury their heads in the sand.
Afraid they will make her leave things alone, and forget them with a wave of their hands.
She know that she is too little and alone to do anything, but keep it inside.
Because she knows, it is something that all little girls must hide.
What a sad little girl, lonely, and sharing this with no one that is real.
Because, there is no one, she thing, that could possibly know how she feels.
Soon she will be older, and wiser and then she can start to get well.
So that her life can be something other, than a living hell.