I am small, young and lost.
Oh so vulnerable and ready to break with one more cross word or look.
I am small, young and needing to strike out.
So frustrated with not being able to tell anyone what is wrong.
I am small, young and dirty.
I’ll never be able to get clean, the dirt is so deep inside of me that no scrubbing brush can reach it.
I am small, young and silent.
I can’t talk, I have no voice and no way to express what is happening.
I am small, young and sore.
Please hurt me again, it’s all I deserve.
I am small, young and worthless.
I am rubbish at your feet.