Child

The world is ending
Burning, crashing down
The one who was once the happiest
Now bathed in depression instead of joy
Those around, those trusted few who know
Look for outside help, but no
The formerly happy one refuses
Refuses to trust without good reason
Some might call it paranoia, but no
She calls it wisdom to know who
Who can be trusted, who won't spill secrets
She knows she's wrong, but won't admit it
Won't admit it in words, at least.
You might laugh
Or sigh and say, "Child."
She knows her immaturity, knows her need to grow up
But the smallest bit of child in her left
The .1% none knew was still there
Won't let her move on and forget her problems
Her pain
Her longing and desire for life to be the same
As it once was
She knows she's wrong
Knows it's annoying
But can't help the feeling of helplessness inside her
Maybe it can be destroyed
But she would have to find the person
Who makes her feel safe.