Bird
She has always trusted people way too easily as if she had nothing to hide when her past has been anything else but chaotic.
She never knows when to stop talking, maybe if she shares all her secrets, someway they are going to take care of her.
Like a little bird, scouring of love that will protect her from this damaged world, but is a bird, lost in an empty nest.
Searching for love in the wrong places, putting herself in the claws of wild animals that take advantage of her vulnerability.
A girl just like a little bird, that has been done so wrong by this creatures, it cut her wings, taking a feather by feather.
She wonders all the time why can’t she be as happy as everyone else when she has never wished for anyone to suffer.
She might be too sensible for this planet, everything distresses her, makes her paranoid to lose that hope of love.
She ain’t an angel, that’s clearly, she has let her emotions take control of her to the point she demolishes.
But never with the ambition of causing harm, if she could harm someone, it would be her, for not feeling worthy enough.
Because it doesn’t matter how many times she apologizes for her inappropriate impulsive behavior is not reasonable.
All I wish for this girl is to let her feather grow again and learn how to fly, without feeling she is going to fall if she’s alone.
