Growth

I child naive
Finding her feet, her own way in life
Was crushed by the words
That messed with her mind

She didn't know why, when where or how
And it didn't seem to matter now
The words still existed, still, cut and bore
Still messed with her mind

But some thing changed, something snapped
Something told her that this was the end
No more would she stand, solitary and alone
No longer will they mess with her mind

She know looks at them, wasted and used
A smile, gracing her face
It's her time to live, her time to shine
No one left to mess with her mind.