I Am The Little Girl.

I am the little girl, playing in the park
I am the man, who watched her from the dark
I am the mother who so carelessly looked away
I am the father who was out at work that day

I am the breeze that blew her brunette hair
I am the swing set that was abandoned there
I am the rusty van speeding down the lane
I am the teddy who won’t see that child again

I am the tears that stain her parents face
I am the notes written on the case
I am the promises that it would be okay
I am the knife that took her dreams away

I am the claw marks, which no one ever found
I am the dirty dress, thrown onto the ground
I am the morning sun rising from the dark
And I am the dead body, lying in the park