Just a Little Girl

What you believe I am,
What you perceive,
Is a little girl,
Mute in her daze,
Whimsical in her steps.

That is not who I am.
I know just who you see,
It's someone who wishes to dream,
Even out of her sleep.
She's not pretty,
Maybe she's sweet.
But she's just a little girl.

Isn't that what you see in me?
You claim to know me so well.
You know me head to toe,
But that's not what I am,
Or at least, that's not what 'I' believe.

I have a heart,
It beats like your own.
I have a mind,
It speaks, often on its own,
I have immense strength.
And a courage of might,

Yes, I sigh and I frown,
I giggle when I'm numb,
I paint when it rains,
And I sing when I'm happy.
That is behavior of a fine little girl...

What must I do to make you see,
I'm not a little girl,
there's more to me!
I have fought my battles,
I have cried my sorrows,
I have walked long distances,
And have accomplished what I set out to do!

I've smiled at every raindrop that's fallen,
Out of dark skies and thunder showers,
I've pleasantly embraced all that's been sent my way,
And yet, I am just a little girl?
Why is it so hard to find,
Someone that'd sweep you away and make you whole.
And once you do,
They don't want to accept you,
Because you're just a little girl!

I am not,
I assure you.
I've got pride on my shoulders,
I've got faith in my eyes,
I'm not fragile,
Nor am I weak.
Feeling broken,
When my world has been washed away,
After those storms have torn through, above and under,
I have held close my thousand reasons to smile,

And still, standing I am... in your eyes just a little girl.
When you understand those reasons,
And watch a bittersweet glee,
You will have opened your eyes,
And found the young woman in me,
I pray you do,
Because I swear by swear,
Honest, It's true.
I might have really fallen...
Is it you?

Nah, it's just the little girl inside,
Who feels she might have really found something...
Even now, to you that's just the little girl talking.


I tell myself I'm going to change. I'm going to be strong. I'm not going to break and I won't let it melt my heart. And it happens. Once, twice... and again. I can't change who I am. I should. But I don't. Why? I ask myself that so many times. I just wouldn't be the same. My life wouldn't be the same. And when something's worth it... you give. Even if you break in doing so. Because you know you've tried. Because you've given it your all. And if even then, things don't turn out, there's a greater plan in store. I'm hopeful.